Bound loosely with crimson silk in "c4s wedgie", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "c4s wedgie" 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 "c4s wedgie", begging the camera for release. "c4s wedgie" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "c4s wedgie" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.