Doll-faced, Porcelain skinned Juliette March submits to Bobbi Starr despite her fear of Electricity

Bobbi Starr doesn’t ask twice. She presses the cattle prod to bare skin, and Juliette March peels off each layer like it’s on fire. Every spark shoves the girl faster. Her pale tits bounce free. The shaved slit between her legs glistens under the lights. An acrylic dildo slides in while she’s still catching her breath. Bobbi fucks her hard with it, deep and slow, mixing pleasure and pain until Juliette’s hips jerk. Wet sounds fill the room. Then the fun stops. Cold rope bites her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the rough concrete wall. Small pads stick to her thighs and hips, wires trailing like veins. Bobbi flips a switch and the second acrylic toy strapped between her legs comes alive. Juliette’s cunt clenches against her will, dragged into an orgasm that leaves her shaking. Bobbi wants more room. She flips the girl onto a cage top, ankles and wrists cinched high, nipples clipped and chained to the bars so every twist stings. The sticky pads move to her ass cheeks. Bobbi runs current while she hammers The Samurai into the slick, swollen cunt. Juliette can’t close her legs. She can only take it. Later, arms locked behind her back, legs spread wide, Juliette waits. The zapper dances over clit and nipples until she’s dripping onto the floor. Bobbi trades it for a thick acrylic plug and forces it past the tight ring of her ass. No warm-up, no mercy—just raw stretch and the slap of hips. Bent over, doggy, the toy disappears inside her. When Juliette’s broken enough, Bobbi cuffs her to the bed and fucks her with the strap-on until the girl begs to come, then finally lets her.