Soft candlelight flickers in “tied in the bed” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “tied in the bed” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “tied in the bed” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “tied in the bed” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “tied in the bed”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “tied in the bed”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “tied in the bed” fades to black.