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