Tied Up and Stranded

Mr Pete spots her from the trail, tied to a tree in the woods, gagged, half-naked, legs shaking. Demi Sutra, Ivan's girl, long curls wild across her face, cutoffs riding up into rope that splits her crotch. She’s choking on her own spit trying to scream. He cuts the gag loose and she spits curses, then begs for his cock like it’s the only way out. He feeds her every inch, thick and black, until her throat spasms and spit strings off her chin. When he starts to walk she sobs, promises she’ll do anything if he takes her. He hauls her back to the cabin, bends her over a table, one ankle lashed high, the other planted wide. The flogger paints red lines across her ass. He licks her open until she’s dripping down her thigh, then slams in. She squirts hard, soaking the wood. Later she’s on her back, wrists roped to ankles, tits out, pussy spread. Crop kisses her inner thighs. Two fingers curl and she gushes again. He mounts her, grips the chest harness for leverage, pounds until she’s begging to come. She breaks with a raw, shaking orgasm and he pulls out, painting her cunt with thick ropes of cum.