

In the obsidian depths where moonlight dares not tread π, sh..
Added 2025-07-05 09:00:13 +0000 UTCIn the obsidian depths where moonlight dares not tread π, she emergesβa siren cloaked in seafoam and whispers π. Her touch, cold as the deepest trench βοΈ, trails an ice-kissed path down her collarbone π§, summoning the power of the abyss with every crystalline drop π. The ocean stills. The night listens π€.
Unlock for ice play on my nipples