Kat and Claire Adams

Kat's back—hogtied and hungry for more. First time anyone's strapped her into this chair, metal cold against bare skin. Current bites her ass, sharp and sudden, while a machine cock and wand grind her toward the edge, slow and ruthless. Next she's balancing on a wooden horse, wrists and ankles locked in steel, every shift grinding fresh pain between her thighs. Then the leather straps lift her clean off the floor, hogtied and dangling, breath hissing around the ball gag. Finally she's squatting on the block, legs trembling, clamps and wires biting her again while another current snaps through her ass. She takes it all, one long exhale after another, body twitching under every jolt and thrust.