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