Behind the Charm: dirty auditions

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