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