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