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