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