Yarı striptizli, bell-jingling köle mila dil kıskacıyla salya akıtıyor açık havada çeşme turlarında kasık halatı testeresi ile yürümek için yapılıyor

Slave Mila hasn't kept up with her exercise routine, so you drag her to the garden fountain and binds her to it like a lazy pet. White All-Star sneakers squeak on the grass as she's ordered to walk endless circles. Arms wrenched into a cruel strappado, rope bites over her white top—one side yanked down completely so her naked tit and stiff nipple jut out for every passer-by to see. Her skirt is flipped up, cheeks flashing, while a bell dangles from her chest harness so Master can hear the exact moment she stops. Minutes in, you clamps a clothespin to her tongue—she drools, whimpers, still trudging. Next come matching clothespins on each aching nipple; every step bounces the bells and the clips, suffering and shame doubling. Just when she thinks the burn in her thighs is unbearable, the ankle tether is swapped for a crotch-rope hard against her clit and lashed to the fountain base. Now every circle drags the coarse hemp through her pussy, sawing over wet, swollen skin.