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