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