Pain and Pleasure: Ava Devine

She loves sex. You saw it in her eyes the second the ropes tightened. Ava Devine, 2005, bigger tits than you remembered, nipples already stiff when the first clamp bit down. We strapped her wrists high, bound those heavy breasts until they turned dark and full. She moaned through the ball gag, spit sliding over her chin. We gave her one orgasm, then another, then kept going long after she started shaking her head. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt clenched around nothing. Pain and pleasure blurred until she couldn’t tell which was which, and still we pushed. Every climax ripped through her louder than the last until she hung limp in the ropes, spent, empty, done. And then she came one more time, hard and helpless, like her body refused to quit.