Christine is back for more screaming orgasms

Christina Carter's got a mouth that won't quit. The kind that laughs, screams and spits curses every time her cunt starts pulsing. She walks in promising good behavior and maybe she means it for thirty seconds. Then the attitude leaks out again—smart mouth, rolling eyes, the whole performance. So the gag goes in, thick and unforgiving, buckling tight behind her teeth. Her wrists get cuffed, her tits shoved forward and bound so every sharp breath makes them bounce heavy and full. She fights the ropes at first because that's the game, but the moment the clamps bite down and the vibe starts humming right against her clit, the fight melts into desperate, shaking moans around the rubber. Every denied orgasm only winds her tighter until she finally breaks, hips jerking, throat raw from how loud she gets when they let her come. She'll be back next week. She always is.