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