Behind the Fantasy: massaging the clit

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