“dotcom sex” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “dotcom sex”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “dotcom sex” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “dotcom sex”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “dotcom sex” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “dotcom sex”.