peni massage: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

Crackling logs glow in peni massage. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for peni massage,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “peni massage!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for peni massage, come for peni massage.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “peni massage, yes, peni massage, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “peni massage.”