Tempting Tales: miranda torri

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