The Cock Craver / Figurehead

Harmony lives to dominate, but the craving for cock never leaves her. Tonight she straps in, hands bound, knees forced apart by steel bars. Cyd opens her up slow, clamps biting hard into both nipples until she flinches and spits. A thick rubber bit fills her mouth, spit sliding down her chin in long strings. He clips a heavy weight to her nose, and every breath makes the pain sharper. She fights the tremble in her legs, fighting not to break while the clock drags. He lets her come only twice, once so hard she sprays across her own thighs, then leaves her shaking, wet, waiting for the next wave. Each second stretches. She stays open, stays silent, dares him to take more.