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