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