Bound in the Sun

Charlotte Sins hangs from the Thunderdome, arms stretched high, sun hitting every inch of skin. The Pope steps in, palms her tits, squeezes hard, then swings the flogger across them. Each strike snaps loud under the open sky. He lifts one leg, ropes it tight, leaves her teetering. When the Hitachi touches her, she jerks; rope creaks. He doesn’t stop. More rope, more height, until she’s swinging in a full, helpless suspension, cunt exposed and already slick. The Pope works the vibe until her thighs shake. She’s still twitching when he drops her onto the box, binds her spread, and slaps leather across her stomach. One wrap of the flogger coils around her throat. He leans in, holds it snug while the toy drags over her clit. Charlotte moans through the squeeze, hips jerking. He plants a knee on her belly, drives the Hitachi harder. She bucks against the weight, against the rope, and the next climax rips through her. He doesn’t let go. Another round of lashes, then the final, merciless vibrations that leave her gasping and spent under the bright sky.