DragonLily submits to the water.....

She crawls in under the harsh light, wrists already raw from rope. DragonLily lives for a cock up her ass and the bite of leather around her ribs, but she never takes the hose at home. Only the pros handle the warm-up. Tonight they decide she’s ready. The nozzle that rams past her rim is a brutal, blunt plug of black silicone—wider than her favorite toy, cold, unforgiving. A click, a hiss, pressure blooms deep. Her gut clenches, pushes back, loses. Water floods the bend she swore she could lock down. Every time the current slams into her prostate, her cunt spasms. The orgasm rips through, her hole flutters, and a hot rush spills out, splashing across the rubber sheet. The flow never stops. Each squirt wrings another moan from her, another gush. Her belly swells, tight and round, then sloshes empty between contractions. She comes again, teeth bared, fluid pouring in a thick arc that soaks her thighs and the floor. She can’t hold it. She doesn’t want to. The nozzle stays buried, feeding her until every wet pulse is wrenched from her by its own relentless weight.