Zoe Voss gets Fucked with Electricity

Isis Love straps Zoe Voss to a desk like she owns the place. The first jolt comes from a cattle prod pressed against her inner thigh. Zoe jumps, breath hissing between clenched teeth. Another shock lands on her tits and she arches off the wood, wrists already raw from the rope. Isis circles, savoring every twitch, every flinch. She works the prod lower, the next zap landing just above Zoe’s clit. Zoe’s thighs try to close, but the straps hold. Her nipples stand tight. Isis watches the goosebumps rise, then slams the prod against her ass for good measure, making her yelp. By the time Isis pulls the strap-on free, Zoe’s dripping down her own thighs. Isis lines up and pushes in hard. The classroom fills with the wet sound of it, each thrust shoving Zoe forward against the desk. She keeps the prod in one hand, jabbing it into Zoe’s side whenever she starts to drift. Sweat beads on Zoe’s back. Isis fucks her deeper, slower, like she’s got all night. Later, she drags Zoe off the desk and plants her on the Sybian, wrists cuffed behind her back, ankles locked to the frame. The machine hums to life under her, relentless. Isis watches her fight it, watches her lose. Another shock, then another, until Zoe’s voice cracks and her legs shake. Isis never rushes. She just keeps the current ready and the smile sharp.