chloe tem: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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