Tales of Feminine Passion: nip pokies

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