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