Maya Matthews

Evie’s tongue drags across my boot in slow, deliberate strokes. Each pass earns her a jolt from the violet wand plate strapped to her back. She flinches but keeps going, because she knows the moment my orgasm slips it’ll get worse for her. I turn the dial on the electrodes buried in her cunt and ass, cranking the pulse higher until her tongue stutters. That earns her another increase. She groans against the leather, wet mouth working faster now, desperate to keep the shocks from climbing. When I’m done, I strap the electric cock around my hips and shove it straight into her. She’s already soaked from the sybian’s relentless grind, thighs quaking as the acrylic rods slam into both holes at once. Every thrust drags a fresh scream out of her. She tries to twist away, but the straps and the current keep her pinned and coming. Again. And again. Eventually her voice breaks. She’s begging, hoarse, trembling so hard she can’t keep her head up. That’s when I finally ease off—long after she stopped counting how many times she came.