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