The Ice Hotel 4: Songs of Frost and Steam - Erotic Short Story

By Vanessa Salt

Night has fallen outside the small hut away from the Ice Hotel. Henrik and Vanessa and the three other couples are preparing for a sweaty, pleasant session in the sauna. But before they go there, Anastasia brings out the lotus staff – a huge dildo carved in wood. They all stare at the gigantic phallus with anticipation. This sauna session just became a lot more interesting.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Nov 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726386165

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Vanessa Salt

The Ice Hotel 4: Songs of Frost and Steam

Erotic Short Story

Translator: Nika Abiri

LUST

The Ice Hotel 4: Songs of Frost and Steam - Erotic Short Story

Nika Abiri

Ishotellet 4: Sånger av frost och ånga

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ISBN: 9788726386165

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Panni got up and threw some logs on the fire and Henrik looked at the shadow he cast on the sloping walls of the Sami hut. It followed his movements, quivered from the lanterns’ flickering lights.

His legs were big, rough. His chest a bit smaller. His head looked like the head of a pin stacked on top. His semi-erection looked like a log. Fascinating.

Let’s play the game I talked about earlier. Now that we’re all gathered around the fire. Anastasia’s pearly laughter made everybody smile. They were all together again with towels wrapped around them. Prepared for the sauna.

Before we go to the sauna, we’ll decide which one of us girls will be enjoying… this. She brought out a lotus staff.

Another one? Henrik followed Vanessa’s gaze. They had thought that Ana’s gift was one of a kind. The one she gave them after Siam Reap, Cambodia. Angkor. His thoughts were spinning.

It was about the same size. Maybe a bit more curved. And the seven-headed cobra was etched on it. In the orange lantern