Strapped Down and Sacked Out

Mercy West slides into the PVC sack like it was made for her alone. The zipper closes with a sharp sound and she’s sealed tight. Elise Graves wastes no time. Thick rubber straps cross Mercy’s body, pinning her to the custom board until every inch is locked down. Mercy isn’t moving anywhere. Elise climbs on top. She settles her cunt over Mercy’s face and rides it hard, grinding until her breath comes ragged. She shifts lower, pressing against Mercy’s PVC-covered form, using the slick surface to work herself closer. Tension coils and snaps. Elise’s hips jerk faster, lost, until she shudders and spills hot and wet across the black vinyl. Inside the sack Mercy can’t touch, can’t move. She moans through the thin barrier and comes anyway, the tight PVC holding her spasms in place. Every sound she makes is trapped with her.