The Art of Intimacy: red tubes

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