Begging for More: Carly

Carly walks in and Matt doesn't waste time. He slams her down, straps her wrists and ankles tight, leaves her exposed. The ball gag goes in next, cutting off every sound she tries to make. He works her over with the cane—stinging stripes across her ass, each one landing sharp and precise. Her nipples stand hard, begging for the clamps he snaps on without mercy. She twists, shakes, but the ropes hold. Every time she tries to catch her breath the gag swallows it. He fucks her hard, fast, no buildup, just raw force driving her forward. Her first orgasm hits quick and mean. The second follows right behind. Her eyes roll back, lids flutter, body locks up around him. Still he keeps going. She can't speak through the gag but the desperate sounds say everything—more. She wants more. He gives it to her until her legs tremble and her mind blanks, nothing left but the need to take whatever he dishes out.