Romantic Passions: roommate bj

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