Left Alone To Orgasm

They strap the gag in, blonde hair shaking as she fights it. The vibrator sits flush, locked tight, humming low between her legs. Feet locked close together, toes pressed into the floor. She tries to stay upright, but her knees buckle with every wave that rolls through her. The metal frame pins the toy right where it hurts to feel so good. Every muscle in her calves pulls taut, trembling. She bends again, thighs quaking, and the gag cuts off the sound she can't hold back. The toy keeps working. Her body keeps giving in.