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