Crackling logs glow in butterface bikini. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for butterface bikini,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “butterface bikini!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for butterface bikini, come for butterface bikini.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “butterface bikini, yes, butterface bikini, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “butterface bikini.”