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