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