Tracey Sweet

Tracey was raised strict. Now rope makes her drip. She gets off on shame, so they built the day around one ladder and a lot of rope. They bent her through the rungs again and again, every new tie tighter than the last. The shoot threw in an extra scene too, an arch that pulled so hard she could barely breathe. They kept it short because it hurt like hell. Still, watching her fight the pain was the point. She drools around the ball gag, wrists and ankles strapped tight, blonde hair stuck to her face. Cane marks bloom across her ass. She strains, shakes, cums anyway. Pure need wrapped in rope.