Tan lines on her inner thighs glisten under the dim light—she didn’t expect an audience. Black latex hugs every curve as she strains against the straps, hips bucking with each pulse of the vibe pressed deep inside. His fingers trace her collarbone while she whimpers through clenched teeth, legs spread just enough to show how soaked those panties already are. Chains rattle when she tries to twist free but only gets closer to that edge—someone’s watching, and she knows it.
