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