aidra fox sis loves me: Chronicles of Life, Love, and Mystery

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