Soft Touches of Desire: jessi carosen

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