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Violet’s strapped tight, gagged, and shaking under the weight of my strap. She can’t move, can’t talk—just take it. The dildo slams in, hard and mean, and she bucks every time like she’s starved for it. Her moans leak around the gag, begging for more without saying a word. I don’t slow down. I don’t ease off. She’s wet, wrecked, and still pushing back for another hit. Then the vibe hits her clit and she breaks—legs trembling, eyes glassy, body twitching like it doesn’t know if it wants to come or run. She’s gone by the end. Drained. Used. Exactly how she asked for it.