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