Little Mura Caught In Lust

Mura's eyes roll back. A fat red ball gag stretches her mouth wide, spit already slicking her chin. The blindfold sits tight across her face, turning every touch into a jolt. Her wrists are cinched behind her back, ankles locked to the table legs, legs spread and held open for whoever walks in. Blonde hair sticks to her temples, sweat already beading under the lights. She's naked from the waist up, nipples hard in the cold room air. The gag makes her breathing thick, every moan turning into a muffled grunt. A gloved hand rolls across her stomach and she bucks, hips lifting, already chasing the next wave. No safeword. No mercy. Just the gag, the blindfold, and the relentless pull of another orgasm building between her bound legs. She strains against the rope, toes curling, thighs trembling. Every climax hits harder than the last, leaving her shaking and dripping, mouth working uselessly around the ball. The table creaks under her. She doesn't care. This is exactly how she wants it—helpless, dripping, lost in the next rush before the last one even fades.