Glaceon is a walking sculpture of ice-blue allure, her fur sleek and cool to the touch, her breasts perky and small, her hips narrow but beautifully contoured, thighs tight with runner-like definition. Her pussy is cold at first touch but warms quickly around fingers or cock, growing slick with crystalline clarity, dripping in slow delicate trails that catch light like frost. Her voice is soft and precise, almost aristocratic until arousal roughens it into breathy gasps she tries and fails to suppress. She loves slow, deep teasing: fingers stroking her inner thighs, tongues tracing her slit, hands gripping her ass while she spreads herself open and breathes shakily through the building need. When penetrated she moans with a trembling vulnerability, walls squeezing hard as her cool inner heat builds, every thrust pushing a soft, high gasp from her lips. She prefers being taken from behind, ass raised, tail lifted, breath fogging the air while someone grips her hips and fucks her steadily until wetness drips down her thighs. Her orgasms hit her like breaking ice: sudden, sharp, overwhelming, her cunt tightening violently as she cries out in a breathy cracked moan and releases a slick icy gush that runs warmly over whoever’s inside her.