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