Hard Orgasms for Carly

I needed ice water after finishing this edit. Usually I axe the dead air, but here there was none—just forty-five minutes of sweat, rope, and raw heat. Chanta binds Carly down until she can't twitch without asking permission. A fat red ball gag splits her mouth. Every slap of the cane makes her hips jerk and the drool spill. When the vibrator lands, her eyes roll. She comes hard, again, again, again, while the welts bloom across her ass and thighs. Pain feeds the pleasure, pleasure feeds the pain, and Carly rides both until her thighs shake and the ropes creak.