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