Bound loosely with crimson silk in "cathy heaven – 7 minutes in mrs. heaven", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "cathy heaven – 7 minutes in mrs. heaven" 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 "cathy heaven – 7 minutes in mrs. heaven", begging the camera for release. "cathy heaven – 7 minutes in mrs. heaven" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "cathy heaven – 7 minutes in mrs. heaven" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.