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