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