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