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