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