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