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