Rain patters against windows in “tity drop comp” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “tity drop comp” 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 “tity drop comp”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “tity drop comp” is moody, sensual perfection.