Jordan

Jordan looked small, mean, and hungry for trouble when the ropes went on. They stretched her out, pulled her tight, and left her no room to mouth off. Her jaw opened around the fat rubber ball and the drool came fast. Every time she tried to curse she just gagged louder. The vibrator hit and she tried to buck, but the cords held her open. Her hips twitched, fighting it, losing. The first climax slammed through her, making her jerk and whine. Then another. She twisted, muscles jumping under the straps, but the harder she pulled the deeper the pleasure bit. Sweat slicked her skin. The ropes marked her, left red lines where she strained. She couldn’t take it heavy, but every little fight looked good, every cry around the gag sounded filthy. When they finally cut her loose, her mouth was still open, lips shiny, eyes glassy with the aftershocks. Later, sitting on the couch with her wrists still faintly striped, she talked. You might want to hear what she had to say.