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