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