Cum Up for Air

Lita’s pussy swallows the thick Sybian head. Elise loops heavy rope around her chest, pulling each breast forward, framing them, then cinches the line behind her back. A second strand runs up from those chest ties and loops tight around Lita’s throat, turning every shift into a fresh choke. Elise clicks the machine on, low, and watches the tremor travel up Lita’s spine. She turns it up, then down, savoring the helpless twitches. Lita’s lungs fill; the first real scream begins to rise. Elise snaps a plastic bag over her head and seals it around her neck with one hand. The scream dies inside the thin film. Air thins. Lita writhes, tits bouncing inside the rope harness, throat jerking against the collar tie. Elise keeps the dial moving, up, down, up again, laughing low as each new desperate moan fogs the inside of the bag. Every gasp Lita fights for only makes Elise wetter, and she doesn’t loosen a thing.