Hidden Longings: oral sex with a canker sore

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