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