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