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