Ariel Is Bound To A Sybian And Made To Cum And Squirt

Ariel spots Michael eyeing her as she swings a leg over the Sybian. A sly grin, a crooked finger, and he steps in to play. She thinks it’s just a quick game—wrists bound, a few helpless moans while the toy milks her. Michael has other ideas. He feeds the cuff key into her palm, then coils rope so tight around her fist she can’t drop it, can’t reach it. Ankles locked, chest harness cinched, a fat gag crammed between her teeth, and the motor rumbles to life. The saddle rocks her open, drags her swollen clit across slick vinyl with every slow grind. Every pulse drags another shudder out of her. Her tits bounce, heavy and bare, nipples tight from the strain. The first orgasm slams through her fast, cunt clenching around nothing, slick dripping down the sides. She tries to lift off; the ropes snap her back down. The second breaks right behind it, wetter, louder, a sharp spurt that spatters the machine and her thighs. Michael watches, arms folded, eyes hard. She shakes her head, tries to beg around the gag, but the motor only speeds up. Her clit throbs, over-sensitized, greedy. Another gush forces its way out, soaking the saddle, running in thin streams onto the floor. Her whole body jerks, tits swaying, sweat shining on her skin. She keeps coming—sharp, messy, helpless—each climax feeding the next until she’s nothing but noise and wet heat and the steady, merciless throb of the machine that won’t quit.