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