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