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