Coming Out Swinging with Charlotte Sartre

Charlotte Sartre and The Pope dive right into it. She’s up against a wooden post, arms stretched high, wrists lashed above her. He gets to work fast, palms slapping until her skin blushes deep red. One leg at a time, he ropes her tighter, pulling her off the floor until she hangs in a cruel, full-body bind. Orgasms come hard, forced, whether she wants them or not. Next she’s bent over a wooden box in the middle of the room. He binds her legs and chest until movement is almost impossible. His hands roam, smack, squeeze. Every slap makes her jolt; every forced orgasm makes her moan. To push it further he hoists the box away, leaving her dangling again, body stretched and trembling. Last, she’s flipped upside down, legs spread open in the air. He brings the flogger down hard, then works a thick dildo between her lips and deep into her cunt. She shakes, squirts, comes again, every muscle tight against the ropes. The day ends in wet, gasping release.