Silk blindfold and wrists tied loosely above her head set the scene in “cawd 345”. The bound beauty in “cawd 345” writhes as feathers and fingertips tease everywhere except where she craves most. Finally, in “cawd 345”, her own restrained hand is guided between soaked folds. “cawd 345” records every desperate buck of hips chasing friction, every muffled plea. When permission comes in “cawd 345”, she rubs furiously, climax ripping through her bound body like lightning. “cawd 345” ends with the blindfold removed, eyes dazed and utterly sated.