Melissa’s only known rope. The Pope scraps that idea fast. He plants her between three wood posts, legs spread wide, and clips butterfly clamps to her toes. One tug and pain shoots straight through her feet. He starts with the flogger—hard strokes land on her tits and cunt until the skin blooms. The vibe touches her next, but he yanks it away every time she edges close. She strains, desperate. Then he locks her upright in a spreader collar. Plastic clips bite down her arms and spine, sharp points of heat. Electricity follows. He finds her threshold and pushes past it; Melissa’s body jerks, nerves lit up like live wire. Sweat runs between her breasts. Last position: ass high, face buried. He works the flogger, then the crop, spurs scraping tender flesh, a thin knitting needle tracing lines that make her twitch. When he finally slides the dick-on-a-stick deep and presses the vibrator to her clit, his fingers finish the job. Melissa comes hard, shaking between the posts while he watches every spasm.
Melissa’s only known rope. The Pope scraps that idea fast. He plants her between three wood posts, legs spread wide, and clips butterfly clamps to her toes. One tug and pain shoots straight through her feet. He starts with the flogger—hard strokes land on her tits and cunt until the skin blooms. The vibe touches her next, but he yanks it away every time she edges close. She strains, desperate. Then he locks her upright in a spreader collar. Plastic clips bite down her arms and spine, sharp points of heat. Electricity follows. He finds her threshold and pushes past it; Melissa’s body jerks, nerves lit up like live wire. Sweat runs between her breasts. Last position: ass high, face buried. He works the flogger, then the crop, spurs scraping tender flesh, a thin knitting needle tracing lines that make her twitch. When he finally slides the dick-on-a-stick deep and presses the vibrator to her clit, his fingers finish the job. Melissa comes hard, shaking between the posts while he watches every spasm.