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