lust of us: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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