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