Soft Temptation: one condoms glow in the dark

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