Elegant and filthy, “por no ver” features a porcelain-skinned woman in black lace gloves. In “por no ver” she uses only those gloved fingers, dragging satin over sensitive nipples, then down to part her slick folds. The contrast in “por no ver” is intoxicating—delicate lace against raw need. She edges herself mercilessly in “por no ver”, stopping just before climax again and again, tears of frustration glistening. When she finally lets go in “por no ver”, the orgasm is devastating: body convulsing, elegant composure shattered by desperate screams.