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