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