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