Rain patters against windows in “berserk 376 theory” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “berserk 376 theory” 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 “berserk 376 theory”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “berserk 376 theory” is moody, sensual perfection.