Bound loosely with crimson silk in "stars 368", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "stars 368" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "stars 368", begging the camera for release. "stars 368" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "stars 368" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.