Bound loosely with crimson silk in "nick hawk gigolo", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "nick hawk gigolo" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "nick hawk gigolo", begging the camera for release. "nick hawk gigolo" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "nick hawk gigolo" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.