A Journey into Passion with springtrap cock

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