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