Eyes Wide Open Party

Cherry Torn walks into the lounge already half undressed. Hands reach for her. A collar snaps around her throat and the room closes in. Rope bites her wrists. Bodies press closer, eyes hard with hunger. She is bent over a couch, skirt yanked up, ass exposed. Fingers stretch her open. A plug slides in, cold and thick. She gasps but they do not stop. Floggers land across her back, slow at first, then harder. Every strike pulls a sound from her throat. They turn her over, legs spread, ankles tied to the furniture. The same hands that hurt now push deeper. Cock follows toy, thick and steady. She takes it all, hips locked in place, mouth open. Sweat runs down her chest. Someone grabs her hair, makes her watch. Another strap lands on her thighs. The party keeps moving around them. Glasses clink. Laughter mixes with her moans. She stays bound, eyes wide, body shaking. They use her until the rope marks stay and the room smells like sex and leather. She came to the party, and the party took everything.