Fresh Faced and Freshly Electro-Fucked!

I’ve got Naidyne on her back, legs wrenched up and pinned open, wrists cinched tight. She’s nineteen, doe-eyed, and already dripping. I snap electro clamps onto her small, stiff nipples and fire the current; her spine arches, a sharp yelp breaking into a moan. Her thighs tremble. She fights the cuffs, but the shocks keep coming—short, mean bursts that leave her panting and wetter than before. I buckle the electro strap-on around my hips, the conductive shaft gleaming under the lights. One flick of the remote and it hums with current. I line up, press the blunt head against her slick cunt, and shove in hard. The sudden voltage makes her cry out; her walls clamp around the buzzing silicone. I don’t let her adjust. I fuck her straight through the pain, grinding deep on every stroke so the current licks her from the inside. Every time she edges toward release, I cut the power. She whines, begging, hips chasing the toy. When I decide she’s earned it, I dial the voltage back up and hammer her until she convulses, squirting around the shaft. I keep going—another shock, another denied climax, another forced orgasm—until her voice is raw and her thighs are shaking. By the time I finally pull out, she’s glassy-eyed, drooling, and desperate for more electricity.