dreams of booty: A Journey Through Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

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