Charlotte's Caught in a Web of Bondage and Tormented

Charlotte shows up with a body that stops traffic, every curve natural and begging to be touched. The Pope straps her down, ropes biting deep, her huge tits heaving as she dangles in mid-air. A fat ball gag fills her mouth, muffling the moans she can't hold back. He works her over, edging her until her hips jerk and her eyes roll. She takes every second of it, shaking in her bonds, sweat mixing with the drool running down her chin. When he finally lets her come, it hits like a freight train—long, hard, relentless—leaving her twitching in the ropes, wrecked and grateful.