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