Poolside Bondge Play: Lena Ramon

Hot sun. Lena Ramon stretched out poolside, skin shining under lotion-rubbed hands. Ropes bite next. She squirms, mouth stuffed with a fat red ball gag that forces her to drool while the whip cracks across her ass and thighs. Every stripe makes her hips jerk. They flip her, bend her, spread her; the flogger keeps landing until her thighs shake and a brutal climax rips through her. Breathless, she’s dumped on the floating bed, limbs cinched, left baking while water laps the edges. Later they drag her onto the warm deck boards, still dripping. The intruder shoves in hard, pounding her while her bound wrists tug against the knots. One last suspension finishes it: ropes haul her up, feet off the ground, body swinging and dripping as the afternoon light hits every mark the whip left behind.