Sex Doll

Emma hangs naked in the leather swing, straps biting into her thighs and wrists. A black ball gag keeps her tongue pinned. Her master steps in. The flogger whistles and lands across her tits—once, twice, sharp red lines rising. He doesn’t pause. Another stroke cuts across her stomach, then lower, striking the soft skin above her cunt. She jerks and the swing rocks. He grabs the wand, presses it hard to her clit, and turns it up. Her body snaps tight, muscles twitching, the gag muffling her moans until they turn to a long, broken whine. Her thighs shake. She comes hard, wet dripping down her legs. Then I move in. I tug the gag from her mouth, strings of spit clinging to the ball, and shove my cock past her lips. She sucks greedily, eyes glassy, cheeks hollowing. I slide in deeper, hitting the back of her throat, feeling her gag and swallow. When I can’t wait any longer, I step back, grab the swing, and slam into her soaked cunt in one thrust. The straps creak. Her body rocks forward with each stroke, tits bouncing, wrists straining against the cuffs. I drive harder, faster, until the swing sways like a pendulum and she takes every inch like the cock-hungry fucktoy she is.