Passionate Dreams: "that pitch"

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