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