Lora Cross Self Bondage Clamped Whipped and Vibrated

Lora Cross binds herself—arms overhead, wrists locked to the suspension ring, legs spread. She clips on the weighted nipple clamps, watching her chest rise and fall as the chain sways, her breath already shaky. No safewords. No cute smiles. Just predicament bondage, deliberate and merciless. The moment she shifts, the weights pull harder. The rope bites deeper. She’s trapped in her own design.

When Leo Cross steps into the room, he doesn’t say a word. He runs a hand along the chain, tugs it once, then grabs the whip. Each strike lands sharp across her thighs, ribs, stomach—not playful, but punishing. Then he presses the Hitachi vibrator against her soaked pussy, watching her squirm as she tries not to move, tries not to let the clamps pull harder. But she can’t hold still. Lora can’t take it!!!