Rain patters against windows in “jaz3 hd” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “jaz3 hd” 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 “jaz3 hd”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “jaz3 hd” is moody, sensual perfection.