Krissy Leigh gets bound and fisted

Krissy Leigh strains in the ropes. Claire Adams cinches the last knot, yanks her arms high, then drives the cattle prod into the soft meat of her thigh. The shock rips a scream out of Krissy that bounces off the walls. Another jolt lands at the base of her spine and the blonde jerks, tits swinging. Pain climbs her back in white lines. Claire works fast. Two thick fingers wedge into Krissy’s ass, then three, then her whole hand sinks past the knuckles. The fist pumps. Every thrust knocks a grunt loose. When Krissy’s legs shake too hard, Claire slips the prod between her cheeks again. The jolt forces her ass to clamp down and she comes without permission—ruined, aching, dripping down her own thighs. Claire doesn’t slow. She slides the fist free, replaces it with a black plug wired to the box, and turns the voltage up. The toy buzzes inside Krissy while her arms burn from the stretch. Another prod lands on her nipples. She gasps, body snapping tight. Claire counts each denied orgasm, each failed plea, until Krissy is slick, shaking, and begging again. The last voltage cranks straight into her cunt, and she breaks. The orgasm rips through her, loud and ugly, before the next shock steals it away.