Adina Rimers the Hogtied slut

Adina Rimers lies hogtied on the dirty floor of an abandoned building, wrists and ankles lashed tight behind her back. She twists and strains, tits mashed into concrete, ass up, trying to slip the ropes. Drool runs thick around the ball gag stuffed in her mouth, stringing down her chin, soaking the collar of her shirt. Every muscle burns. Her back arches, calves cramp, yet the knots hold. A flogger whistles through stale air. Leather tails snap across her bare ass. She jerks, a sharp cry muffled into rubber, and the second blow lands lower, striping the tender skin where thigh meets cheek. Heat blooms under each mark. Her master steps in, fingers sliding between her spread thighs, finding her already slick and swollen. Two thick digits push inside without warning, curling hard against the spot that makes her legs shake. She bucks, drool spilling faster, another lash falling across her shoulders as his knuckles grind deep. The rope creaks. Her cunt grips him like it wants to keep him there.