Dahlia Sky: Destroyed by Electrosex

Dahlia Sky steps into the room, young, tight, and already wired for pain. Metal clips bite her nipples. Sticky pads cling to her ribs. Thin copper pipes rest against her thighs. Madeline brings the current up slow, then cracks the whip across Dahlia’s ass. Every shock makes her jolt and every lash makes the current bite deeper. This is just the foreplay. When the cock walks in, Madeline grabs it first. She forces Dahlia’s mouth open and shows her how deep it has to go. Good behavior earns praise and steady thrusts; hesitation earns a jolt straight through her tits. Dahlia learns fast. She opens wider, swallows harder, and soon the cock is driving into her pussy while the copper pipes stay hot against her skin. One shock makes her clamp down; the next makes her scream around the shaft. Madeline keeps the current alive as that cock moves to Dahlia’s ass. Each thrust slams her forward, nipples sparking, thighs shaking. She takes it all—hard, rough, without mercy—until she’s dripping and shaking and begging to be used again. By the time the current cuts off, Dahlia knows exactly what it means to be an Electroslut.