desigold: A Story That Will Inspire, Captivate, and Thrill

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