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