Tormenting the New Girl!-savage Devices, Heavy Impact, Uncontrollable Orgasms!!!

Mona steps in already knowing the ropes. She wants the real thing. The rig forces her slim frame into angles that pull every joint tight. Spread-eagle on the rack, ankles locked wide, wrists pulled until her shoulders strain. One crank and her body lifts just enough to feel the stretch in her thighs, the open stretch between her legs. The cane lands sharp on the backs of those thighs, then across her tits, then lower, snapping right where she’s slick and open. Every hit jerks her against the cuffs. She tries to close her legs, but the rig won’t let her. They work the vibrator over her clit, pull it away, press it harder. She comes fast, voice cracking. They don’t stop. Another orgasm slams through her before the first has faded. Sweat slides down her stomach. Her nipples are tight from the cold metal and the cane. They cane the soles of her feet, the front of her thighs, then her cunt again. She shakes so hard the rack creaks. More hits, more vibration, more helpless spasms. The count is lost. She’s just noise and wet skin and the sound of leather on flesh.