Leila

Leila strips for strangers every night, but tonight she's stripped down to nothing in my living room. The ball gag stretches her pretty mouth wide, turning her words into desperate little sounds while her wrists fight against the rope that keeps her arms pinned behind her back. I watch her squirm as I land the belt across her bare ass again, watching the skin bloom red. She looks up at me with those big eyes like she's begging for more punishment, but the gag keeps her honest. Her blonde hair sticks to the sweat on her forehead as she rocks forward with each strike. The rope bites into her wrists every time she tries to pull away, and that just makes the next slap land harder. She's soaked through already, thighs trembling, caught between pain and wanting more of it.