Slave Mila Endures Orgasm after Bound Orgasm until She's Dangling from the Bondage Rope

The ropes cut into my skin and hold me off the ground. A harness crushes my tits. My arms are locked behind my back in a TK, my legs folded tight in futomomo, so my knees barely brush the floor. I hang there, swinging, breathing hard. A wand is jammed right against my clit, buzzing without mercy. My first orgasm slams into me fast. I jerk, trying to pull away, but the rope keeps me exactly where the toy wants me. My voice cracks. The second one comes right on its heels. My thighs twitch, my chest heaves against the straps. By the third I’m screaming, hoarse, the sound bouncing off the walls while sweat rolls down my back. The rope creaks every time I thrash. I lose count after that. My body keeps jerking, each climax ripping through me until I’m just dangling, spent, head hanging, done.