Vai Squirts Everywhere!

Vai has that pretty, innocent look that says don't touch. They strap her down, gag her mouth, and wire her up. The first jolt hits and she breaks—back arching, legs shaking, every filthy instinct wired straight to the surface. She soaks the floor, squirting hard while the current keeps climbing. They fold her tighter, wrists to ankles, ass hook pulling her open, every muscle on display. The voltage spikes again. She bucks, then gushes, spray hitting the concrete in thick arcs. They fist her while she’s still twitching, knuckles pushing deep as fresh streams coat their wrist and run down the bench. She keeps coming, loud and messy, until the current finally drops and she slumps, dripping and spent.