Between a Neck and a Testicle Sack

Latex sticks to Elise Graves like a second skin. She slams Tony Orlando down on the bedroom floor and bolts him there with heavy cable and crimpers—neck, balls, wrists, ankles. Every twitch spikes either his throat or his nuts; no middle ground. She grins and keeps poking, pulling, pushing until both choices hurt. Then Mercy West drops in. Two dommes, twice the pressure, tickling fingers and grinding hips. Tony gasps, bucks, and finally breaks under the weight of their thighs, their laughter, their wet heat.