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