Skylar Suspended

Skylar hangs there, lost, mouth stretched wide around the ball gag, drool sliding down her chin. Allie grips the vibrator like a weapon and slides it right where it counts. No mercy, just steady pressure. Skylar jerks in her ropes. The toy finds her clit, circles it, presses in, then backs off just enough to make her chase it. Every swing of the suspension makes the vibration hit deeper. Allie watches her twitch and moan, eyes half-lidded, body strung up like she’s already come and doesn’t care who sees. She grinds against the head, hips rolling, chasing it every time it drifts away. Allie keeps her floating. Keeps her right on the edge. The gag turns every sound into something raw and wet. Pleasure racks through her, and she takes it, helpless, eyes glassy, body open. Allie doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. She just works Skylar until the ropes creak and the only thing left is need.