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