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