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