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