Severely arched, nipples stretched, vibrator locked into place, merciless deep throat sucking & orgasms

Lyla Storm drops onto the floor like a gift. Twenty-two, all legs and tan skin, nipples thick enough to bite. Her mouth is big. Her ass is perfect. Her spine bends like it was made to break. Hair yanked back, body bowed into a vicious arch, she learns the shape of her own ribs. Every breath fights the rope. Every swallow dies halfway down. A vibrator is bolted between her legs, clamped to her clit, humming without mercy. Her hips twitch. She can't stop. Suction cups swell her nipples until they look bruised. Then clamps bite down, chains stretch them away from the arch. The only way to ease the burn is to bow her back harder, and the harder she bows the less air she gets. The vibrator doesn't care. It drags one orgasm after another out of her while her lungs beg. Her feet get the cane. Hard. The room fills with her raw screams. When the cane stops, the cock replaces it. Thick, relentless, shoved straight into that big open mouth. No angle to turn. No air to steal. She can only open wider, throat stuffed, while the vibrator keeps wringing climax after climax from her pinned, helpless cunt.