Hidden Longings: babyfooji ass

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