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