Sovereign Syre VS Electrosex

Sovereign Syre swears Electrosluts gave her the hardest orgasms she's known on camera. The current, the pins, the thrill of not knowing when the next jolt lands—that kept her soaked long after the cameras cut. So she’s back, flat on the table, limbs pinned wide by tight bands of black EMS pads. Mistress Lea Lexis runs every wire now. A cruel wrap around Sovereign’s chest adds breast cups that pulse like they’re stealing her heartbeat; every thump reminds her whose hand sits on the dial. Between her legs a crotch rope bites deep, squeezing her lips puffy and red. Lea leans in, tongue flicking across the swollen cunt, teasing without mercy. The current jumps, the tongue drags, and Sovereign’s whole body fights the straps while the need inside her climbs past reason. She can’t close her thighs, can’t stop the next shock, can’t do anything but take what Lea gives her—exactly how she likes it.