Tales of Intimate Moments in jennu mod

Outside blizzards rage, inside jennu mod glows only by firelight. Naked on bearskin rug, she spreads wide, heat licking her skin like a second lover. “Melt for jennu mod,” she whispers, sliding a glass dildo carved from ice alongside frantic fingers. The contrast makes her scream “jennu mod” until her voice cracks. She comes in violent shudders, squirting steam into the frigid air—pure molten “jennu mod” against the snow.