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