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