Shay Sights

Shay dangles from the ropes, wrists bound high, ankles pulled apart. Her body strains in the open air, every breath lifting those heavy tits. The ball gag stretches her mouth wide, spit sliding down her chin in thick strands. A flogger cuts across her breasts, again and again, leaving hot stripes on pale skin. She jerks with each strike, tits bouncing, the suspension creaking above her. The ropes bite deeper, holding her in place while the next swing lands lower, catching her ribs. Sweat runs between her cleavage, mixing with the spit. The gag muffles every groan, turning sound into raw noise. Another lash, sharper, and her legs twitch against the cuffs.