Electric Orgasms: Adrianna Nicole

Seven had already endured plenty of torment on the set, so I figured electric orgasms were next. Blonde hair wild, strapped down, she took every jolt. The cattle prod flashed; her scream turned into a wet, desperate moan. Leather straps, anal hooks, sharp strikes from the cane each time the current hit. By the third shock she was coming hard, clit throbbing under the prod, legs shaking. The more I pushed the more she begged. Sweat, drool, the smell of scorched nerves filled the room. Before the cameras stopped rolling, the tables flipped. I climbed into the gyno chair, clamps still humming, thighs spread wide. Seven grinned and took the wand. One press and the electricity ripped through me, forcing the same violent climax she’d just suffered. Year 2003, raw, filthy, and finished with the director shaking on her own table.