A pathetic drooling mess. No matter how hot Endza Adair is, she’ll always end up reduced to a pathetic, drooling, sobbing mess by the time O.T. is done with her. She doesn’t want to be so turned on by the extreme corporal punishment and intense bondage that he puts her through, but she can’t help herself.
She is screaming through the black ball gag in her mouth, but she isn’t even trying to form words anymore. She would be running away if her bondage didn’t keep her in place so well. The metal shackles and chains let her shake and struggle, but they won’t let her get away. The leather straps that hold her to the wooden and metal frame are more than enough to hold her steady while O.T. works her over with the whip.
Orgasms are overwhelming after so much build up. She can’t hold them in as the magic wand vibrates her clit furiously. She’d be crying if she wasn’t so busy cumming, and while she would probably like to beg for mercy, all that she can manage to get out is a mixture of moans, screams, and cries of “Oh, God!”