Miki Love Tied and Humiliated

She's bound tight. Black hair spread across the sheets. Arms pulled behind her back. Ankles lashed together. The ball gag stretches her mouth wide, forcing drool down her chin. She can't speak. She can't move. All she can do is watch him circle her. His hand slides over her thigh, fingers digging in. She moans into the gag. He slaps her ass hard. The sting makes her jerk, but the ropes hold. He pulls her hair, yanks her head back, forces her to look at him. Her eyes are glassy. Hungry. He drags two fingers across her slit and finds her soaked. A smirk. He knew it. She knew it. They both know what comes next. She struggles. Not to get free. To feel the ropes bite deeper. He pushes her face into the mattress and holds her there, breathing hot against her ear. She's dripping on the sheets now. Every slap, every yank, every rough grab makes her wetter. He stands over her, stroking himself slow, watching the mess she's made of herself. She can't hide it. Doesn't want to. She's a slut for this. Always was. And he plans to use every inch of that.