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