Daphne gets Fucked, Vibed and Dominated!

She’s blond, athletic, already bound tight when they push her down. One of them works a ball gag between her teeth and straps it hard behind her head. The gag keeps her quiet, but her body still talks: shoulders flex, thighs tense, every muscle trying to fight or reach. They don’t waste time. Fingers yank her head forward, feed her a thick cock until her lips stretch around it. She gags, drool runs down her chin, and they hold her there, letting the rhythm build while someone else snaps cuffs around her wrists and anchors them behind her back. The position locks her in place—mouth full, arms useless. A vibrator slams against her clit, switched high before she can brace for it. She jolts, tries to twist away, but the cuffs hold and the gag turns every protest into wet noise. The guy in her mouth keeps pumping, using the motion to drive her onto the toy. She can’t choose, can’t slow it; the vibe stays pinned while the cock slides deeper. Sweat beads on her skin. Every time she clenches or bucks, the restraints bite harder. They switch angles, tilt her hips, press the vibrator firmer, make her ride the edge until her eyes roll. The gag keeps her from begging or refusing. All she can do is take it—mouth used, clit tortured, body locked open—until the first forced orgasm rips through her and they still don’t stop.