Electroplay: Summer Cummings

Summer’s supposed to be counting toys. Instead she’s got one humming between her legs and another shoved up her ass. Nipples clamped, tits heaving, she’s riding the edge like she forgot the rules. Her manager walks in, catches the juice on her thighs, and the look on his face says she’s fucked. He lashes her wrists to the rack, cattle prod in hand, and starts teaching her the difference between play and punishment. Every jolt lands between those heavy breasts, up the crack of her ass, straight to the soaked cunt she wasn’t supposed to touch. She jerks, swears, comes anyway, and the prod keeps crackling like it’s got a grudge. Bound tight, tits bouncing with every shock, Summer learns what happens when the inventory plays back.