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