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