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