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