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