shy love and Talon

Shy Love flipped the script. She usually calls the shots, but tonight she wanted to crawl. Rope cinched her elbows tight behind her back, yanking her shoulders back so her tits stood out like targets. Weighted clamps bit into her nipples and every flogger stroke shoved that pinch deeper until her cunt throbbed and she was begging without words. Talon gagged her, the fat red ball stretching her jaws, then fed his thick cock past the gag until her throat seized and spit ran down her chin. She gagged, eyes watering, but took it, new territory, filthy and raw. He bent her over, cracked his palm across her ass until the skin burned, wrapped a hand around her throat, and pushed into her ass. Deep. Hard. Every thrust shoved the rope tighter, the clamps heavier, and she shook, drooling around the gag, lost in the burn and the stretch and the rough rhythm that left her wrecked and dripping.