Bound loosely with crimson silk in "crying mascara", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "crying mascara" 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 "crying mascara", begging the camera for release. "crying mascara" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "crying mascara" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.