Non Stop Squirting, Fisting and Torment in ruthless Bondage

Daisy sits on a box with her legs forced wide and her hands pinned behind her back. I come up behind her and start swinging the flogger, taking her air when I feel like it. Every crack makes her pussy leak more. I reach between her thighs and work two fingers inside, then three, ripping squirt after squirt from her until the floor’s slick. She keeps coming even when she tries not to. Next I fold her into a brutal arch—head down, toes barely touching, ankles lashed to the ring gag that keeps her mouth pried open. Balanced there, she can’t move an inch. I grab the fattest dildo I own and shove it straight into her cunt. The stretch knocks another gush out of her, then another, until her thighs are streaked and shaking. I string her sideways, one leg high, the other pulled wide. Full access. I work my knuckles in slow, twisting, pushing until my whole fist disappears inside. Once she’s stretched open I start pumping, dragging every last squirt from her until it sprays across the floor in messy arcs. Finally she’s flat on her back, legs spread to the limit. No mercy left. I fist her again, deeper this time, while her cunt keeps pulsing and spraying until the wet spot beneath her keeps growing and her eyes roll back.