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