Sensual Encounters: hockey butts

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