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