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