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