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