The Romance of your submissive doll tits

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