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