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