Bobbi Starr, why are you so damn sadistic!!?!?!?!

Jack Hammer’s back on the rack, shaking in Bobbi Starr’s cruel hands. She clips live wires to the rings in his nipples and locks his cock inside a metal cage humming with current. Every jolt makes his knees buckle. When the cattle prod crackles near his skin, he chokes on a scream, tears already streaking his face. She bends him, rams her strap-on deep, fucks him till his breath breaks. Clothes-pins bite across his chest, each one tugged and twisted. Finally she strips, teases his trapped shaft with the heat of her bare cunt and the curve of her ass, then snatches every scrap of pleasure away.