Petite Parisian Luna Rival Gets Wrapped in Rope and Fucked in Public

Luna Rival’s back and still tiny enough to break. She’s all smiles until Steve cracks the cane across her ass in broad daylight outside that Spanish opera house. Each sting lands louder than the last. She bites down on the stick when he’s done, cheeks flexing, dress already hanging open so those little tits bounce free while they keep walking. Inside the shop he makes her strip for a rainbow flag. She comes out bare, flag stretched behind her like wings, nipples tight, strutting past gawking strangers straight into the club. On hands and knees she kisses boots and toes, then finds Steve’s cock and swallows it whole. Her throat works like she’s starving. Cameras flash. She doesn’t blink. They bend her over the rail. Someone spreads her cheeks; Steve slams in. Every thrust knocks a shaking orgasm loose. The crowd counts them out loud. He sits, she climbs on backward, riding deep while hands reach in to twist her nipples and slap her clit. She bucks like she’s trying to break herself open. Back on the rail, one leg hooked high, Steve sinks into her ass. She howls. He doesn’t slow. Final act: full rope suspension from the rafters, arms pinned, body swinging. He grabs the ropes and fucks whichever hole he wants while she spins helpless. When he finishes he paints her face and tits, and the audience waves that same rainbow flag, tits out, cheering like they just watched a public execution.