Amateur Casting Couch: Sienna the anal whore

Sienna walks in quiet, thinking she’s plain. She doesn’t get asked out, she says, but her head is full of rope and orders. She starts by sliding a thick plug into her ass, slow and certain. Clamps bite her nipples, cold and sharp. I rope her tight to the couch, arms pinned, legs spread. She breathes through the gag I push between her teeth, drool already sliding down her chin. The first hitachi makes her jolt, eyes wide. Orgasm rips through her anyway. She twists, fights it, then breaks. When the second one builds, she tries to shake her head—no, no, too much—but the gag turns every sound into a wet plea. I keep her shaking until her thighs tremble and her toes curl white. She looks wrecked, chest heaving, yet she nods when I ask if she wants another round. Next week. Same ropes. Same plug. Same filthy hunger.