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