Jamie Huxley

Jamie Huxley. First timer. Tanned skin gleaming under the oil. She came here hungry for the crackle of electricity and the grip of another woman’s hands. Ropes bite into her. Every inch slick and ready. I give her more. Cattle prod kisses her skin in white-hot jolts. She jerks, moans, begs for the next shock. Bonds grow tighter. Her body arches, sweat mixing with oil. Climax rips through her again and again, each one stronger, meaner, until she’s shaking in the ropes, lost between pain and pleasure, still craving the next charge.