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