mr pussylicking: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Dreams

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