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