Slave Mila Made to Cum Over and Over in Intense Bondage Suspension

Ropes bite into my skin. I’m half-hung in a cruel twist, one foot scraping the floor, the other kicking at nothing. The TK harness pins my arms behind me, chest jutting, nipples tight. Between my legs the wand hums like a live wire against my slick cunt, strapped there, merciless, buzzing right on my clit. I can’t drop, can’t close my thighs, can’t even curse around the harness gag locked over my face. My voice is just wet, broken sounds. Every jolt drags another orgasm out of me, rips it through muscle and bone until my whole body jerks like I’ve been shocked. My thighs quiver. Tears slip down my cheeks and I can’t wipe them away. The vibe never backs off. You keep it there. You keep me strung up and wide open, forcing me past every edge until I’m crying and coming and shaking all at once, drool sliding down my chin, cunt dripping, vision going white.