Flex Frenzy

She lies there stretched out like someone stretched her on purpose, bare and glossy under the lights, wrists and ankles locked tight so she can't flinch away from whatever comes next. A gag turns every squeal into a wet, muffled laugh that still manages to sound like she's asking for more. He works her bare skin with slow, steady fingers that know exactly where the nerves sit close to the surface, and each time she jerks against the cuffs it's another hit she secretly wants. Black hair sticks to her flushed face, her cock hard and trapped, circumcised head dark and shiny with every fresh round of torment she can't escape or get enough of.