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