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