Silk blindfold and wrists tied loosely above her head set the scene in “eden ivy fist”. The bound beauty in “eden ivy fist” writhes as feathers and fingertips tease everywhere except where she craves most. Finally, in “eden ivy fist”, her own restrained hand is guided between soaked folds. “eden ivy fist” records every desperate buck of hips chasing friction, every muffled plea. When permission comes in “eden ivy fist”, she rubs furiously, climax ripping through her bound body like lightning. “eden ivy fist” ends with the blindfold removed, eyes dazed and utterly sated.