Terms of Surrender

Charlie Valentine walks a tightrope of her husband’s disasters. One more and the business is ash. So she meets your terms. The dress comes off, every curve on display, heavy tits bare under your stare. She sinks to all fours, crawls, lets you strap her to the bondage box. Clothespins bite her nipples and ribs. The crop cracks. The zapper snaps. You hold a vibrator to her clit until her whole body bucks and she comes, hard and loud. You drag her to all fours again, wrists lashed to ankles, ass high and open. The flogger lands hot and steady. Then you shove in deep, pounding without pause. She drops to her back, legs spread; you keep driving, smacking the soles of her feet with sharp bastinado while you fuck her. She takes your cock down her throat, tongue working your balls. When you’re ready, you pull out and stripe her face with thick ropes of come.