Daphne on a Board, Cleavegagged, Stripped, and Whipped!

She’s flat on her back on the board, wrists and ankles locked down tight. A strip of cloth cuts between her teeth and knots at the nape of her neck, muffling every curse into thick, wet grunts. The camera slides over her bare tits; they lift and spread with every sharp breath, nipples already stiff from the air and the eyes on her. The whip cracks once, a warning. When it lands, the leather bites straight across both breasts and she jerks hard enough to rattle the wood. A second strike follows, lower, striping the soft undersides, leaving a hot line that blooms red. She twists, but the straps hold. Another blow snaps down, sharp and loud. Sweat rolls from her collarbone, slides between her tits, and the whip keeps working, criss-crossing her chest until the skin shines and she moans through the gag like she’s half in pain, half somewhere deeper.