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