The Beauty Within: surf sex

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