The Intimate Art of "a southern company"

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