center sex: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

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