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