Martin turns me into a slutty display when he hoists my legs into the air while I’m face down on the table. With my elbows raised behind my back, the crotch rope driving into my pussy, and my face pushing the gag deeper, the strain of the position is always worth it for Martin’s pleasure. […]
I can feel all of my weight resting on my ankles and wrists as I keep turning my head, trying to stop the ball gag from being pushed deeper into my mouth—but it only helps so much. With little I can do to find any comfort, I hang there helplessly while Martin periodically teases me […]