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