Torque and Adrianna Nicole

Torque works Seven over like he owns the clock and the air she breathes. He clamps a rigid head vice around her skull, locks her stare forward, forces her to watch every move he makes. Blonde hair spills around cold metal. She takes it. He takes his time. Clothes pins bite her tits in tight rows, pinching flesh until every breath makes them dance. One tug, and the whole chain lights her up. Ball gag swells her mouth, spit runs down her chin, and she can't look away. She strains. He tightens. Her chest heaves, nipples throb, and every pinch turns crueler when he gives the line another flick. She shudders, locked in place, pinned, gagged, forced to see it all.