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