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