Abbey

Abbey’s fresh face stands out under the lights. They’ve got her lashed to the pole, wrists cinched, back arched, ass out. A gloved hand cracks the prod across her cheeks, sparking the moment it touches skin. Each jolt shoots straight through her, jolting her hips forward. The moment her body shudders with another orgasm the voltage jumps higher. Sweat streaks her blonde hair into her eyes. She gasps, head snapping back, and they shock her again. Every climax pulls another scream out of her throat, and every scream feeds the current. The room smells like ozone and hot skin. No mercy, no break. Just the crack, the jolt, and Abbey coming hard again.