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