FREYA LOVES TO GAG

She doesn't fight the gag. Freya just parts her lips and takes the hard rubber between her teeth like she was born for it. Bound tight, heels stabbing the floor, beard stubble scraping her cheek as he fists the strap behind her head. She drools. Doesn't wipe it away. Just looks up at him, eyes already glassy, waiting for what comes next. When his cock finally pushes past that gag and down her throat, the sound she makes is filthy. Wet. Desperate. She gags once, twice, but never pulls back. She stays right there, taking every inch he gives her like a good little toy. He watches her struggle. Watches her mascara run. Watches the spit drip from her chin onto her tits. And she keeps sucking through it all, eager, obedient, ruined. The harder he fucks her face, the wetter the floor gets. She wouldn't have it any other way.