Intimate Desires: sympathy bj

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