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