Bound To Take It All

Whitney Wright sits locked to a chair in the dark. Leather belts bite into her wrists and ankles. A ball gag stretches her mouth wide. Clothespins bite her nipples and you swing the crop across her bare thighs, her stomach, the soft undersides of her tits. Every strike makes her jolt against the straps. You grind the Hitachi between her legs, hold it steady while her hips try to buck. She shakes, moans leak around the gag, and the wet sound of the vibe fills the room. You unbuckle her, drop her to her knees, arms still pinned behind her. Your cock presses past the gag and she takes it, spit running down her chin. You fuck her mouth slow, then deeper, using the wet heat until you’re throbbing and ready. On the bed her body is folded and tied again, knees up, wrists fixed. You crop her inner thighs, her tits, the tops of her feet, then drive into her. Hard, steady thrusts while she jerks under every smack. When you’re close you pull out, stand over her bound body, and paint thick ropes across her stomach, her tits, the gag still stretching her lips.