In the dimly lit dungeon, Sarah Arabic lay bound on a stretching rack. Her voluptuous body arched gracefully, accentuating her curves. The sound of leather and metal echoed through the room as Mistress walked in, her gloved hands running sensually down Sarah's naked skin.
"Mistress... I can feel you from here," whispered Sarah, her heart racing with anticipation.
With a devilish grin, Mistress began to stretch Sarah's limbs further apart, hearing the gentle pops of her joints as they were forced to their limits. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her body writhing in pleasure-pain under Mistress's skilled touch.
"You're so beautiful when you're stretched," murmured Mistress, running her fingertips down Sarah's quivering ab dol.
