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