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