Full Moon Danger

Angelina Moon stands bound in black lace, the fabric stretched tight over her tits and thighs. The dress splits under your grip and falls away in shreds. She barely breathes when you stuff the ball gag past her teeth and cinch it behind her head. Spit already leaks down her chin. You pin her nipples with tight clothespins, each sharp pinch drawing a muffled whine that turns into a moan. Cane in hand, you stripe her ass until it blushes deep and hot, every strike snapping through the room. Her cunt clenches around the thick dildo you shove inside her, stretching her open while the welts rise. She pushes back for more, eyes glassy, body shaking between pain and need, begging without a single word.