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