Cherry Torn

Cherry Torn walks in, all natural curves and that impossible face, and you know she's done this before. Claire Adams doesn't waste time. Rope bites deep, turns every inch of her into something tight and helpless. A gag fills her mouth, thick and quieting, while leather and wood find their rhythm across skin that won't stay still. Each strike lands with intent, building slow then sharp. Cherry takes it, body pulling against the knots, breath catching where words can't reach. Nothing here is gentle, and she isn't asking for it to be.