Behind the Curtain of Desire: "who said you will own nothing and be happy"

Elegant and filthy, “who said you will own nothing and be happy” features a porcelain-skinned woman in black lace gloves. In “who said you will own nothing and be happy” she uses only those gloved fingers, dragging satin over sensitive nipples, then down to part her slick folds. The contrast in “who said you will own nothing and be happy” is intoxicating—delicate lace against raw need. She edges herself mercilessly in “who said you will own nothing and be happy”, stopping just before climax again and again, tears of frustration glistening. When she finally lets go in “who said you will own nothing and be happy”, the orgasm is devastating: body convulsing, elegant composure shattered by desperate screams.