Helpless Squirting Slut

Danica hangs with her wrists bound overhead, legs spread wide. Slow hands strip her bare, baring heavy tits, round ass, and a cunt already glistening with need. She twists, helpless, sweat beading on her skin. Leather kisses her flesh in sharp, rhythmic lashes. Each strike draws a gasp, then a moan that deepens into a full-body shudder. She comes hard, the first of many forced climaxes. On her back now, ankles pulled high, she’s folded open. Cane and crop slap the tender arches of her feet. Pain shoots through her, then folds into heat between her thighs. The moment a thick cock slams into her dripping pussy, the floodgates break. She squirts violently, soaking herself and the floor. They prop her in a chair, wrists cinched tight, hips tilted so her soaked slit hovers above her face. Every thrust and tease drags another gush from her. Warm squirt splashes her lips, her tongue, her cheeks. Her cunt throbs, over-sensitive, yet the torment goes on, relentless, until her mind blanks and her body convulses again.