Darling and Cyd Black

Cyd Black binds Darling in rope so tight it bites. He works fast, mean, and precise, every knot locking her down hard. She fights for space, but there is none. The ball gag sits deep in her mouth, stretching her jaw wide, turning every moan into something raw and wet. Blonde hair sticks to her skin while he wraps more cord around her big tits, lifting and squeezing until they ache. He tugs, testing the weight, and Darling breathes sharp through her nose. Cyd keeps the pressure up, hips braced, hands never idle. She takes it. She always does. The gag muffles the sharp sounds that still cut through the room. Tension holds her open. One more cinch and she is fixed. No wiggle room left. Only heat, rope, and the steady weight of his attention.