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