Rain patters against windows in “sadie homes” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “sadie homes” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “sadie homes”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “sadie homes” is moody, sensual perfection.