dillion harper daddy: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Triumph

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