crystallus: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Discovery

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