She loves to use a ball gag

Serenya Gomez leans forward, ass burning from the spanking she begged for. Her skin’s glowing red and her mouth hangs open, wet. They slide the ball gag between her teeth, strap it tight behind her head, and the world narrows to the pressure on her tongue and the ache spreading through her thighs. She’s still catching her breath when he grabs her hips and slams inside. Hard. No pause, no mercy. Every thrust knocks her forward on the bench, wrists straining against the cuffs. She moans around the gag, spit sliding down her chin. Each slap of skin on skin echoes. His grip bruises, his pace brutal. Sweat rolls down her back. She pushes back into every thrust, asking for more without a single word. Pain flares, pleasure follows. He uses her the way she wants—deep, rough, and filthy.