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