Hot and sweaty - trials of a porn star

Aria Aspen stands shackled in a spread, heels wobbling under every shift. A stiff collar locks her throat; leather bites her wrists and ankles. Blindfolded, she can’t see the flogger swing. It snaps across her chest, her ribs, the soft skin behind her knees, until every inch glows hot. Static follows, the violet wand tracing tiny sparks that make her sweat run in beads down her spine. Next she’s seated, arms pulled back, thighs forced wide, cunt displayed. The cane lands in sharp cuts, then rows of zipper clips are clamped from nipples to cunt. A fat dick and a humming vibe stuff her, and every twitch pulls the teeth tighter until each breath becomes a whimper. She isn’t allowed to come until every clip is torn off in one long, cruel rip. Finally she’s mummified onto the Sybian, nothing holding her upright but the tight pull of her own hair. The motor starts low and mean, grinding straight against her clamped clit, promising either the best orgasm she’s ever had or a night-long scream.