"3.17.2: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope"

Elegant and filthy, “3.17.2” features a porcelain-skinned woman in black lace gloves. In “3.17.2” she uses only those gloved fingers, dragging satin over sensitive nipples, then down to part her slick folds. The contrast in “3.17.2” is intoxicating—delicate lace against raw need. She edges herself mercilessly in “3.17.2”, stopping just before climax again and again, tears of frustration glistening. When she finally lets go in “3.17.2”, the orgasm is devastating: body convulsing, elegant composure shattered by desperate screams.