Lenna Ross tied up and dominated

Lenna Ross hangs in the basement ropes, wrists pulled high, body stretched tight. A fat black gag bulges between her teeth, straps biting her cheeks. A gloved hand cracks across her bare ass—once, twice—leaving bright prints that darken to red. Her skin jumps, hips twisting, but the ropes hold. Between her spread thighs a wand buzzes hard against her clit, making her cunt slick and shine. Every slap jerks her forward onto the vibrator, cunt pulsing, drool sliding down her chin. She can’t cry out, can only moan through the gag while her ass burns and her thighs tremble.