Blanche Hogtied Hard, Rope-Grabbed, and Tit-Grabbed

Blanche fights against the rope, wrists pinned behind her back, ankles cinched tight to her thighs. Her body rocks hard as Ar grabs her by the hips and flips her onto her stomach, then wrenches her up again so her knees dig into the mattress. The cord bites deeper with every jerk. He yanks the harness knot higher, forcing her chest out, breasts swaying heavy and bare. She gasps, tries to twist away, but he plants a palm between her shoulder blades and shoves her face down. Her muffled curse turns into a choked moan when his fingers clamp around one breast, squeezing until the flesh spills between his knuckles. He pulls harder, lifting her by the tit itself, stretching the skin taut before letting it slap back down. The rope snaps tight across her ribs with every breath she takes. He reaches for the other breast, pinches the nipple between thumb and knuckle, twisting slowly until her shoulders shake. Blanche’s thighs tremble, every muscle straining against the ties, but Ar keeps her pinned, rope digging in, skin burning red where he grips hardest.