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