Curvaceous Red Head

Iona Grace stands alone under the lights, Isis Love and two men circling like wolves. Orlando and The Yeoman watch her test her own escape skills, every slip counted against her. When she fails, the pipe frame comes out and she is spread open, wrists and ankles locked to cold steel. The two-handed flogger lands heavy, first across her tits, then lower, the braided tails biting into her cunt in steady rhythm. A rope around her throat yanks her head back, a bowling ball swinging from the end. Isis steps in, fingers working Iona’s clit until the flesh swells and shines. The vibe follows, pressed hard, pulling wet sounds from her. When the crotch rope is threaded through and weighted with the second ball, the line sinks deep between her lips, pulled so tight every tug drags across her throbbing clit. She strains, breath short, every shift making the rope bite deeper.