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