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