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