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