Secret Lives in rae lil blck

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