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