The cold metal table beneath Karly Salinas is the least of her worries as the binds go even tighter as the winch pulls her arms up with no mercy on her shoulders, arms, or feelings. Click, click, click, tighter tighter tighter just before her shoulders start crying from the inside. Her mouth is shoved with a tightly tied cleavegag and her body is very coated in babyoil making Karlys skin glisten from any and all angles and causing the sweat to bead on her skin as well. The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists are unforgiving as the pendulum swings and swings and slowly lowers as she real... Show more