Behind the Allure: alex beckham

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