Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: tengu shibari

Golden oil glistens on every curve in “tengu shibari” under flickering candlelight. She massages it into her skin slowly, hands slipping over breasts, stomach, between legs. The slick sound mixes with soft moans as fingers plunge deep inside. She rides her hand harder, oil making everything shine. When climax hits in “tengu shibari,” her back arches dramatically, toes curl, a low cry echoing. “tengu shibari” feels like an ancient ritual of pure female pleasure.