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