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