Sgt. Major and Lori Alexia

Lori Alexia looks soft, small, and way out of her depth. Sgt. Major has her roped tight, every knot set to keep her open and still. He jams the fat black ball between her lips, straps it deep, and the first muffled sound she makes only seems to amuse him. Water laps at her thighs. Every time she jerks, the ropes bite. He runs his mouth the whole time—calls her pretty, calls her worthless, tells her exactly what’s coming next. She can’t answer. She can only take it when he decides the next orgasm hits, when another wave crashes over her face, when the ropes hold her exactly where he wants. Helpless doesn’t even cover it. She’s caught, soaked, used, and he keeps pushing until her eyes roll and her whole body shakes against the restraints.