Charlotte Brooke

Claire bends Charlotte Brooke into one tight pose after another until the girl freezes like living marble. Her legs fold, arms lock, leather and steel holding her in place while boot heels press to polished floors. A fat bit gag stretches her mouth, drool shining on her chin. Then Charlotte drops onto her back, ice cold against bare skin. The wand crackles and spits blue sparks over her nipples, her inner thighs, her clit. She jerks, cries into the gag, but the current only makes her wetter. Claire spanks hard, quick, vicious, leaving bright handprints. Charlotte shakes, hips bucking despite the bonds. When the wand touches her swollen cunt again she breaks, cunt pulsing, cum running over ice in thin, wet streaks.