Satisfied with his display, Ted repositions his toy. Released only briefly, she’s bent over the pedestal and secured again—this time exposed, her heart-shaped *** lifted and presented.
Her arms are pulled up into a punishing strappado, pushing her body open and vulnerable. Slowly, deliberately, he unzips her bodysuit, revealing her wet, needy *****. His fingers work her open, preparing her for what’s been waiting.
The **** machine.
The silicone ***** presses deep inside her, filling her completely as he adjusts her position with precision. Then he steps back… and lets the machine take over.
Bound, gagged, hooded and helpless, Portia is left to endure the relentless thrusting—her body shaking, drool soaking through her gag, curls whipping as she moans into silence. Caught between the strain of the strappado and the overwhelming pleasure, she loses herself completely… used exactly as intended.