Soft Temptation: tigh or thigh

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