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