spankbang woodman: Adventures That Will Inspire, Excite, and Thrill You

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