Jason Maclane and Janay

Janay straps Jason down tight. Leather bites his wrists and ankles while the ball gag stretches his jaw until spit runs down his chin. She works him slow, every slap sharp enough to make him jolt against the ropes. He fights the bindings at first, then surrenders, heat rising fast between each strike. She laughs low when he tries to curse through the gag, voice muffled, desperate. By the time she finishes, he can’t drop onto the chair without wincing. The sting lingers, raw and bright, long after the last rope comes loose.