oompa candy: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Adventure

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