Lorelei Lee Hot pussy on a copper roof.

Lorelei Lee stands naked on a copper roof that hums with current. The blond bombshell from 2010’s Device Bondage session bites her lip as the first shock bites her soles. She’s got a choice: stay planted and fry, or jerk her wrists against tight rope and let the copper bite again. Either way, her body is about to dance. Lorelei picks the air. Ropes bite into her wrists. Her weight drags her higher, arms stretched, nipples pulled tight by gravity. She twists, tries to keep her toes off the metal. A shock still licks up one bare foot and races through her calf. She gasps, swings back down, and the metal punishes the other sole. Every involuntary kick sends another volt home. Sweat beads between her breasts. Her blond hair sticks to her cheek. She hangs, suspended, torn between pain in her shoulders and pain in her feet. Each spasm tightens the bondage, every breath comes shorter. The electricity owns the air she breathes and the floor she can’t touch. She twitches, arches, swears. For Lorelei Lee, mercy isn’t on the menu.