Ashley Jane Innocence lost

Ashley Jane hits the floor in her schoolgirl skirt, wrists locked overhead, ankles spread wide by cold steel. Tiny, golden, and shaking, she can’t hide a thing. The first hit lands across her thighs and she jerks, breath catching like she just got caught doing something filthy. The flogger follows—harder, lower—and her hips roll into it, begging even when her mouth stays shut. She starts to soak through the thin white cotton between her legs. They strip the panties away, clamp her nipples, and force a vibe against her clit until she’s arching and cursing, cumming fast and loud. Another orgasm slams into her before the first one fades; her thighs tremble, spit glistens on her chin, and still the machine doesn’t stop. Every helpless spasm proves how deep the good girl wants to fall.