Audrey Leigh and Karma

Karma shakes in the straps. She says she can’t stand the juice, yet she stays wet when the clamps go on. Audrey runs the wand up her thigh, then sinks it straight into her cunt. The shock hits like a live wire under the skin and Karma’s hips buck hard. She screams through the gag, muscles locked, but the juice keeps coming. Each pulse makes her drip down her own thigh. Audrey watches the dial, waits, then cranks it higher. Karma thrashes, arches, comes in short, violent spasms, and still the current stays buried inside her. She tries to twist away; the ropes hold. Audrey grins, clicks the switch again, and Karma’s whole body jerks like it’s being fucked by lightning.