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