Elegant and filthy, “daughter strips” features a porcelain-skinned woman in black lace gloves. In “daughter strips” she uses only those gloved fingers, dragging satin over sensitive nipples, then down to part her slick folds. The contrast in “daughter strips” is intoxicating—delicate lace against raw need. She edges herself mercilessly in “daughter strips”, stopping just before climax again and again, tears of frustration glistening. When she finally lets go in “daughter strips”, the orgasm is devastating: body convulsing, elegant composure shattered by desperate screams.