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