LILITH LOVES PLAYING GAMES

Lilith leans into the ropes, wrists bound behind her. She can feel the thick cords bite. The ball gag stretches her jaw open, her breath coming out wet and desperate. She shifts, tests her range, but the knots hold tight. Blonde hair sticks to her forehead. Her body is on full display—big tits heaving, ass arched and waiting for the next move. Her master steps in close, fingers tracing the marks already forming on her skin. She wants to fight it, wants to run, but today she swallows that urge and stays put. He cinches another loop around her waist, pulls until her spine curves deeper. She feels the pressure everywhere. Every second stretches. Every twitch is caught. He doesn’t rush. She doesn’t ask him to. The game drags on, her own endurance the only real rule, and she pushes herself to meet it head-on.