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