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