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