Snow falls outside the cabin window during ig live shower. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with ig live shower.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “ig live shower” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “ig live shower”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “ig live shower, burn me ig live shower!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “ig live shower” as embers pop in answer.