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