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