Maia Davis vs Jack Hammer

Maia is blonde and pale. She learns the hard way what Device bondage can do to a girl. Jack runs the scene and he makes her feel every inch of it. She starts locked into latex, legs folded Indian-style, buckled flat on a reclining board. The corset squeezes her ribs and keeps her nerves screaming. She breathes quick and shallow, fear thick in every gasp. Jack watches her squirm and smiles like he has all night to play with that panic. Next she is bent forward, hips high, chest tight against cold steel. Her calves are naked and exposed. Jack lays the crop across them in sharp, merciless strokes. She cracks fast. He lets the grin break across his face when she gives up. Last position leaves her spread and helpless, leather straps biting every limb. A violet wand hums at the end of a wire clipped to the pad beneath her. Every time Jack lays a hand on her, the current jumps. She arches and moans like the shock itself is fucking her. Pleasure tears through the pain and she comes hard, over and over, until the straps have nothing left to hold.