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