Rhannion

Rhannion is back. Blonde hair falls across her face while the ball gag stretches her jaw open and her wrists pull tight behind her. She’s already wet and breathing hard. The rope bites into her skin, holding her in place. Every strike lands clean and sharp. She jerks, moans, but stays locked down. Sweat runs down her back. The gag muffles everything except the raw sound of her need. She looks at the camera like she wants to be used harder.