Discovering Erotic Secrets in overboard humor

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