A ball for the pretty lady.
Duration: 9min 09sec
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Submitted: 4 years ago
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Description:
Christina tied
Categories:
Classic Bondage
Gags
Tags:
rope bondage
rope
ropes
roped
rope tied
Rope bound
bondage rope
ball gag
ball gagged
bound in jeans
Tied In Jeans
Models:
Christina Carter




«Bound and Gagged for Being a Bad Girl.
Christina has been a very bad girl. This attractive woman, around 35-38 years old, has a voluptuous and extremely sensual body: wavy light-brown hair, a pretty face with full lips, expressive eyes, and a generous cleavage. She wears a small, tight brown shirt that can barely contain her huge natural breasts, and tight blue jeans that hug her wide hips and her big, round, juicy ass. She is also barefoot.
To punish her, he tied her up on the sofa. Her arms are tightly bound behind her back with white rope, several loops wrapping around her torso and elbows — just above and below her huge breasts, squeezing them hard and making them bulge out obscenely. Her legs are bent and tied together at the thighs and ankles, the rope digging into her jeans.
Christina, with a defiant look and a provocative voice, said to him:
—"Since you have me tied up… why don't you put something big and hard in my mouth?"
Without saying a word, he shoved a large white ball gag into her mouth. The thick ball stretched her lips wide open, filling her mouth completely. The black straps were tightened firmly around her head. Almost immediately, she began to drool — thick strands of saliva escaping from the corners of her stretched lips, warm and glistening, running slowly down her chin.
This made her incredibly horny. She imagined that seeing her like this — tied, gagged, drooling, and moaning — he wouldn't be able to resist and would fuck her hard. She was in a very vulnerable position on the sofa, her breasts squeezed by the rope, her cleavage about to burst out.
Her moans sounded like "Mmmphhh… mmmphhh," heavy with desire — wet, desperate sounds vibrating around the rubber ball, each one making more saliva spill over her lower lip.
Then he pulled her shirt down in one rough tug, freeing her huge natural breasts — heavy, round, and soft. Her pink nipples were completely hard and erect, standing out stiffly against her pale skin. Christina moaned louder, thrusting her chest forward, making her heavy tits bounce and sway.
She thought: Now he'll pull down my jeans, rip off my thong, and fuck me…
But he only unbuttoned her jeans. With all her struggling and how thick her ass is, her jeans slid down on their own to her hips, leaving almost all of her big, juicy ass exposed.
Underneath, she wore a tiny, extremely provocative black thong. From the front, the thin, stretchy fabric was obscenely outlined against her cunt, tracing the shape of her swollen lips. The sides were just thin straps digging into her soft hips, and from behind, the black string disappeared completely between her plump, round ass cheeks, leaving her entire ass totally exposed. The fabric was so minimal it felt like wearing nothing — except the constant, maddening friction of the string shifting between her cheeks every time she moved.
Christina thought: Finally, he's going to fuck me…
But he stood up, looked at her with a sadistic smile, and said:
—"I'm going to leave you like this all day. Maybe then you'll learn to behave."
The relationship between them is a strong dominant-submissive dynamic, where he enjoys punishing her in this humiliating and exciting way.
Now Christina squirms desperately on the sofa. Her huge, heavy breasts bounce and sway with every useless movement, her hard pink nipples grazing the cool air, aching for touch. Drool runs abundantly from her chin, dripping down her neck and falling onto her bare chest — warm, sticky strands that slide between her cleavage and pool on her stomach. Her black thong is soaked, glued to her throbbing cunt, and the back string has sunk deep between her ass cheeks, the fabric damp and twisted.
Her face is pure frustrated lust: flushed cheeks, half-closed eyes, furrowed brows, and saliva smeared around the white ball gag. She moans pitifully and hornily at the same time — a wet, guttural sound that vibrates through the rubber ball — her hips rocking uselessly, searching for some relief that isn't coming.
She thinks: He left me here like a tied-up slut, tits out, drooling, ass almost bare… and if someone walks in and sees me like this? God… why does this humiliation turn me on so much?
Her black thong is completely soaked now — a dark, wet patch spreading across the thin fabric, clinging to every fold of her cunt. Her body trembles with unsatisfied desire, her thighs pressing together helplessly, her nipples aching harder with every shallow breath. She wonders how much longer she'll have to endure this sexual ***.
Her hips keep moving — small, involuntary circles — grinding her soaked thong against the sofa cushion, trying to find friction, trying to find anything. Drool drips from the ball gag onto her heaving breasts. Her bound hands clench and unclench behind her back. And somewhere deep inside, in the darkest part of her frustration, she hopes he never comes back — because the waiting, the helplessness, the humiliation of being displayed like this… is already the best punishment she's ever had.»
«She has that perfect body for bondage. Love watching her in ropes»
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«Christina Cater. The hotest lady»