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