STRUGGLING BARBARA LOSING HER FREEDOM

Barbara stands there, tits pushing against her top like they want out. She knows what’s coming. One hard look and she’s already wet. Hands grab her fast. Rope bites her wrists. She pulls, but it only makes the knots tighter. Her breath gets short. Her nipples stand out, dark against the thin fabric. They shove her down. Knees hit the floor. A fist in her hair yanks her face up. A cock slaps her cheek, then pushes past her lips. She chokes once, twice, spit running down her chin while she tries to take it deeper. Her eyes water. She doesn’t stop. The rope comes off just long enough to strip her. Tits bounce free, heavy and full. They bend her over the table, face pressed to the wood. Her ass lifts. Legs spread. One thrust and she’s full, cunt stretched around thick cock, taking every inch. She moans like she’s been waiting for it all day. They use her mouth again before they finish. Cum hits her tongue, drips from her lip. She swallows what she can. The rest lands on her chest, sliding between her breasts. Barbara stays on her knees, breathing hard, rope marks still red on her skin. She looks up. Ready for whatever comes next.