Emma’s POV 

  I stared up at him, my back still pressed hard against the wall, the cold surface biting into my shoulder blades through the thin t-shirt. 

  My nipples throbbed under those rubber clamps, each tiny shift of my chest sending sharp sparks straight down to my clit like electric shocks that made my pussy clench and leak even more. 

  I could feel my juices soaking through my panties completely now, the wet fabric sticking to my swollen folds, and a fresh trickle running down the inside of my left thigh all the way to my knee. 

  My legs were shaking so bad I had to lock my knees to...