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