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