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She built the rig from an old backpack strap. Simple. Effective. Next day some gimp wandered in, already twitching with need. Allie spotted the hunger, so she wrapped more straps tight, pinning wrists and ankles until the body couldn’t shift an inch. A vibrator slotted right where it mattered, buzzing steady against slick skin. Every jerk made the straps bite deeper. Blonde hair stuck to sweat-damp cheeks, black strands tangled across the eyes that begged for more. The air stayed thick, the moans louder, the vibe relentless. No mercy, only the slow, filthy grind of pleasure that refused to end.