latex ball gag: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Adventure

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