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