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