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