Berlin: The EXTREME Bitch is back!

Berlin's back, mouth stuffed with a ball gag, wrists cinched high and tight so her toes barely brush the floor. Rope cuts deep into her tits, forcing them out like they might burst through skin. Every knot bites. When the first suspension lifts her weight, breath catches, then floods back in short, wet gasps around the gag. She fights it, legs kicking, cunt glistening. One orgasm hits before the lift even peaks, another tears through her when I drop her an inch and yank her back. Sweat streaks between those heavy breasts. She tries to beg, but the gag turns every plea into a muffled grunt. Pain and need twist together until her eyes go glassy. By the final drop she’s shaking, come dripping down her thighs, and the ropes haven’t loosened an inch.