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