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She opened her mouth, a soft moan spilling out, then a gasp as the hand slipped lower, fingers finding the sweet spot between her hips. The sensation was a delicate balance of pressure and tenderness, and Maya’s hips began to move, a slow, rhythmic sway that matched the soft thrum of a distant bass line playing in the background—only the camera heard it.

She reached for the rope that lay coiled at her feet—soft, natural hemp, warm from the studio’s heat. In a fluid motion she wrapped it around her wrists, then over her eyes, blindfolding herself. The darkness intensified every other sense. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt the cool air brush her skin, as if the world itself were leaning in. fc2ppv3175924 exclusive