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