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