Kasık zinciri süspansiyonu ve yalvaran sürtük

I'm completely naked, arms bound tight to my thighs with thick leather straps. A crotch chain keeps me suspended, digging in and holding me just on the edge — my tiptoes barely touching the floor. Every tiny movement sends a sharp, delicious ache through my body. I'm helpless… exposed… waiting. I speak directly to camera, begging for Sir. I want to be used. I need it. My whole body is trembling with anticipation, straining against the metal and leather. In the second half, I clip bells to my nipples — the cruel little clamps biting perfectly into sensitive skin. The sound of them jingling as I squirm just makes it all the more humiliating… and erotic. This is restraint at its filthiest. And I love every second.