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