Barra Gets Hogtied Up, Then Her Mouth Is Taped So The Fun Can Begin!

Barra’s wrists and ankles are cinched together behind her back, the rope digging deep. She kicks, twists, swears, but every move tightens the knots. The cellar smells like damp stone and sweat. She’s naked, blonde hair stuck to her forehead, and the dark-haired man above her is in no rush. He tears a strip of silver duct tape and seals it over her mouth, smoothing it flat with his thumb. She glares at him, eyes bright with fury and something hotter. He crouches, grips his uncut cock, slides the foreskin back and forth in front of her taped lips, letting her watch. A single bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. Barra strains against the rope, chest heaving, nipples tight. She can’t speak. She can only breathe through her nose and wait for whatever he plans to do next.