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