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