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