The Not -so- Innocent - Melanie Jayne

She looks real. Like she could be sitting on your couch if the lights weren't so low and the restraints weren't so tight. First time through the whole thing. Never begged to come before. She learns fast once the machines start stroking her open, the rhythm catching her off guard. Ice slides across her nipples while hot wax lands in thick drops on her thighs. Oil follows, making everything slick. A blindfold takes the room away. The gag keeps her sounds inside until they spill out anyway. Each time she tries to rush toward it they pull back. Whips kiss her skin between waves of vibration. Every nerve stays lit and nothing gets to finish until they decide. She keeps offering herself anyway, hips rocking against nothing, desperate in a way she can't hide. You won't want to skip a second.