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