Beach Bondage: Sasha Sparks

Sasha Sparks stands in the freezing bay, wrists cinched behind her, thick rope squeezing her big natural tits. The ball gag stretches her mouth wide as cold water laps at her thighs. A flogger slaps across her chest in sharp, wet cracks. She jerks, yelps through the gag, but the ropes hold. Her nipples harden against the wind. Every lash pulls a muffled curse. She rocks in place, fighting the knots and the chill that bites her skin. When the hand finally slides between her legs and works her clit, the struggle shifts. She pushes against the palm, thighs quivering, until the orgasm hits hard enough to buckle her knees. After she stops shaking, they shove her down in the sand and start covering her legs. She strains, eyes wide, but the ropes keep her there. The tide creeps closer while the last grains pat down over her hips.