Bound loosely with crimson silk in "adamand eve shop", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "adamand eve shop" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "adamand eve shop", begging the camera for release. "adamand eve shop" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "adamand eve shop" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.