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