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