Sarge in Charge

Sarge showed up while I was buried in the new Armory build. I handed him Kristine’s DB session without a second thought. Guy knows how to keep things tight. The second he got her arms locked behind her back, he fed a fat length of rope between her thighs, splitting her open and yanking it cruel. Every step she took drove the crotch rope deeper, biting into her cunt while the chains rattled and the ball gag muffled whatever sound she tried to make. He didn’t need fancy knots—just the simple pull and cinch that kept her wet, straining, and exactly where he wanted her.