Hidden Sensuality: kurumi kashiwagi

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