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