Made to suffer, made to cum - restrictive bondage equals squirting orgasm

Sasha last came right here on this set, a year ago to the day. They have her bound in cold metal, every strap drawn tight until her curves shake. The frame arches her back so hard it looks ready to snap. She strains, muscles popping, breath catching, but the steel gives nothing back. A lash cuts across her ass and she jerks against the bonds. Another follows, then the cane bites lower, leaving lines she will feel for days. When the fucking starts she tries to twist away, yet the bar through her cuffs keeps her hips exactly where they want them. The toy sinks deep and she starts to drip, thighs trembling, throat raw from the moans she can’t bite back. Her eyes roll. The first spurt hits the floor and they do not stop. Her body convulses again and again, fluid spraying each time the strokes land inside her. By the end she hangs limp in the steel, dripping, spent, and finally broken open.