“facesitting survival” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “facesitting survival”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “facesitting survival” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “facesitting survival”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “facesitting survival” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “facesitting survival”.