Tied to the chaise. Wrists bound above her head. Legs spread with the metal bar, clit trembling under the Hitachi. Her body soaked in sweat and cum. Her mouth hanging open around the gag. Her eyes wide and red from crying. Her voice breaking through sobs.

“I can’t…can’t…please..please..”

Then the moment hit.

She saw herself convulse on screen, twitching, spraying the floor beneath her with a powerful squirt.

And then her voice cracked.

“Chapel.”

Xavier groaned at the sound of it. His grip on his cock tightened. His hips lifted slightly from the chair. His mouth parted like he was whispering to her even though she wasn’t supposed to be...