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