Will the Teasing Ever Stop?? Part Two

Tony Orlando’s arms and legs are casted and spread-eagled to Elise Graves’s bed. He lies naked, cock standing rigid, already twitching under her gaze. She wires him up—nipples, shaft, ass—then clicks two electro boxes to life and starts dialing. Each jolt hits fast, then backs off, then spikes again, keeping him right on that aching edge. She leans in close, breathing filthy promises, never letting him know when the next shock is coming. The game has him panting, muscles locked, balls tight. Elise feels the heat rising in her own skin. She strips, fast and sure, then straps a fat dildo to his face. With his neck caught in her grip, she rides the toy hard, using him like a living fuck machine—hips snapping, thighs trembling, breath ragged. Tony’s still wired, still getting shocked in time with every thrust. The scene is raw, loud, relentless, and nowhere near finished.