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