Desperate Girlfriend's Bondage Fantasy

Madelyn Monroe sprawls across the sheets, legs parted, wet between them, but nothing moves. She gets cock regular, yet the thrill died months back. Tonight she wants rope, not romance. She imagines wrists cinched behind her, jaw stretched wide around a ball gag, drool running over her tits while someone controls her breath and her cunt at the same time. Blonde hair sticks to her damp neck. She rolls over, grinds into the mattress, nipples tight. She needs force. She needs silence except for the squeak of leather and her own muffled cries. She doesn’t crave love; she craves restraint.