Giving her reflection one final glance, Lizzie pads, naked and silent, to the kitchen. She whispers his name over and over, as if she can, by force of will alone, return him to her. Sex vedio “Oh, Red,” she sighs his name. “Night, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low, still heady with her impassioned release. She runs her fingertips over the surface, gripping it firmly in her hands. She finds the corkscrew in a drawer and slides it closed with her hip, pausing to savor the acute sensations that tug on her with the quick hip thrust. Finding it, she desperately switches it on and holds the pulsating tendrils against her pleasure button. Perfect. She fucks herself with abandon, driving it deeply into herself, back arching off the bed, pulling the chains taut across her body, increasing the sensations flowing over her skin. She studies the planes of her body in the full-length mirror, drawing her fingertips across the velvety softness of her own skin. Lizzie breathes deeply, rolling her eyes back up to gaze at the ceiling, immersed in thought. She drags the longer chain suspended from the ring through her hands until she reaches the last clamp, swinging loose.
