Daphne Klyde Slapped and Rope Tied

Ar grabs Daphne Klyde. The rope bites her tits, yanks them forward. His hand snaps across the swollen flesh, quick and sharp. She flinches, breath stuttering through the gag crammed in her mouth. The strikes keep landing, hard enough to make the skin bloom red. When he's finished, he drops between her thighs and shoves the thick vibrator straight in. It hums loud and deep, jerking her hips against the ropes. Her muffled cries mix with the wet buzz until her legs start shaking.