Destroying Dahlia

Dahlia Sky's wrists bite into the ropes. Legs spread wide. The blonde looks up, eyes already glassy, lips parted. They stuff the fat black ball between her teeth and buckle it tight behind her head. The first jolt hits before she finishes moaning. Her back arches hard. The second one follows faster. She bucks, thighs shaking, but there's nowhere to go. Every pulse drags another cry from her throat, muffled and desperate. The third wave crashes in before the last one's over, then the fourth. Sweat shines on her tits. She fights the bonds, hips jerking, cunt clenching around nothing. The overload keeps coming. Her eyes roll. The gag catches every broken sound she makes while her body betrays her again and again.