self rimming: A Story That Will Captivate and Inspire Everyone

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