Tales of Passion and Erotic Beauty in face licking

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