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