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