Discover the Intimate Allure of little caprice train

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