Sexy Surfer Girl

Keeani Lee is back and the water runs over her skin like it's been waiting all year. She's bound tight, wrists lashed above her head, ankles held wide. The first jet hits her chest and she jerks once, hard. Cold. Perfect. Every strap bites a little deeper when she struggles. The more she fights the tighter it gets, and she knows it. We spray her again, lower this time. She gasps, back arching, nipples sharp under the wet suit. We cut the suit away in strips. She breathes faster. She's dripping before we even touch her. The first orgasm hits when the vibrator finds her clit. She sings through clenched teeth, high and broken, the sound echoing off tile. We don't stop. We crank it higher, keep the water pounding, and she keeps coming. Every time she tries to close her legs the ropes remind her she can't. We leave her shaking, soaked, still twitching when the last wave rolls through her. She doesn't ask for mercy. She just waits for the next one.