"Sink lower on it!" Asha barked, "Sink until your ass touches the flat surface of the table, slut!"
That task revealed a lot more painful than what it initially held. As if the cold, unyielding rod pushing on her cervix wasn't enough, her nipples threatened to rip apart from the rest of her breasts every time she lowered her body.
Indeed, the clamps linked to the two poles that rose from the edges of the table bit down hard on her sensitive buds, but the worst part was that the thread tying them to the wood was inflexible, thus yanking on her flesh with no mercy.
The solid cock refused to fit in and stubbornly pressed her tender inner walls from all sides, allowing not a second of rest for her hole. The stretching and tearing sensation were everlasting, burning every inch of her cut and scratched up skin it grazed with every movement.
