Moments of Desire in lucoa maid dragon

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