Soft Touches of Desire: ms sapphire solo

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