Dylan, new to Hogtied but not to squirting orgasms

They bring Dylan down to the sub cellar. Rope kisses her skin, pulls her tight into a ball, then lifts her clean off the floor. She swings like a caught thing, helpless, every jolt tugging the nipple clamps harder. A fat ball gag wedges her mouth open, spits dripping as they fling her around, a rag-doll in leather and steel. Her cunt betrays her fast. It clenches, gushes, soaks her thighs and the floor beneath. They keep her airborne, swinging, squirting again each time the rope bites. Dylan shakes, eyes watering, body giving everything it has, and still they make her come until she’s trembling and drenched in her own mess.