Inka Gets Water Torment

Inka strains against the ropes, her body stretched tight across the frame. A bucket of water hangs heavy between her spread thighs, its weight dragging at her cunt, forcing her legs wider with every drop. She can't close them. Can't ease the ache. The ball gag stretches her jaw, soaked with spit. Her blonde hair clings to her face as she fights the strain. Every breath pulls the ropes tighter. Every twitch brings another surge of pressure between her legs. She can't escape it. The torment builds slow and steady, dragging her open, holding her there, relentless.