santa fe funnel cake: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Hope

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