Floor Mounted Dildo & Clit-Jet Predicament

Pinky drops into a squat, thighs burning. Her wrists lock behind her, elbows crushed together, ankles tied to keep her low and open. She sinks onto a thick floor dildo and rides it hard, every thrust slick and fast. Rest for a second and the clit-jet fires, a sharp stream that forces her hips back into motion. A fat ball gag straps deep between her teeth, soaking fast with spit. A chain runs from each nipple clamp up to ceiling pulleys; the weight on the far end floats, pulling constant, steady tension—anti-gravity, yet unforgiving. The year is 2006 and Pinky’s still the same willing addict she was a week ago. She comes until the muscles in her legs shake, then she keeps fucking anyway.