"express dot: Chronicles of Epic Life, Dreams, and Discovery"

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