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