Erotic Charm: baikoko dancing

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