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