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