Chanel Preston Returns to Hogtied!!

Chanel Preston finally found herself exactly where I’ve been planning to put her: spread wide open and wired tight. The first web of rope held her standing. I tore her clothes off and went straight to work—slaps, flogger tails, pinches, hard prods—testing how much she could actually swallow. She took more than I expected, so the real beating started. Next she was bent in a partial suspension, arms yanked high behind her in a strappado. Her ass got spanked raw, then the flogger opened up fresh lines of fire. I shoved a cold metal hook into that tight hole and anchored it to her own hair so every thrust jerked her head back. Once she was stretched and gasping I drove my cock straight into her dripping cunt. She needed to fly, so I flipped her into an inverted hogtie, wrists lashed to ankles, body hanging like meat on a hook. I took whatever I wanted—pussy, mouth, every shuddering inch. Last position: flat on her back, legs wrenched apart. A few stinging slaps to wake her up, then I slammed in again, fingers pounding her clit until words left her and nothing but broken sounds came out. She came until her eyes rolled and her body seized, one brutal orgasm after another, her mind gone.