Pipsqueek Stuck In A Web

Mura twists in the ropes, hips jerking, trying to shake free. She screams into the ball gag, but all that comes out is a wet, broken whine. No one’s coming. The vibrator sits right where she can feel it, always close, never enough. Her clit throbs, slick and ignored, every pulse a reminder that whoever tied her wants her desperate. The web holds. Her body doesn’t stand a chance.