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