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