Soft silk ties her wrists in cherl blossom. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More cherl blossom”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “cherl blossom, cherl blossom, fuck, cherl blossom!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “cherl blossom” in aftershocks.