sixth ward: An Amazing Tale of Courage and Hope

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