Whipped and bound

Lenna Ross’s wrists bite into rope while the whip cracks across her back. She jerks, petite body twisting, legs flaring against the ties. A fat black ball gag stretches her mouth wide, turning every gasp into a wet choke. The vibe between her thighs hums harder, and the next lash leaves a bright stripe. She pulls again, nothing giving, every muscle under her skin jumping in the low light.