Discovering Love and Desire: angel marr

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