It's, like, perfect.

Lylith Lavey is tall and gorgeous, the kind of big-titted blonde who makes men stop mid-step. Right now she’s locked in a metal frame that keeps her arched backward like a scorpion, shoulders bolted to the floor, spine curved so hard her tits lift and her feet hover above the ground. She can’t see anything, only feel the cold steel and the hum that starts deep inside her when Alpha slams into her cunt and locks onto that swollen g-spot. The flog lands in thick, measured strokes, snapping across the meat of her ass, and the rubber bands snap tight around each toe until her sole goes pink and tender. Every lash makes her jerk, every wiggle drives Alpha deeper. She shakes, she gasps, she drips down the machine’s shaft while the relentless head keeps pounding that single, perfect spot until her thighs tremble and her voice breaks into raw, helpless sounds.