Rope flowers

i stroke her...
third attempt..
*smack* her lovely breasts....*one....two....
whisper in her ear..
"Your worst nightmare....this is not fun"
*thwack* her tits as they bounce.....
Agony in  her posture as she writhes ..bound *hard* against the fence..
Tits...as a concept...as a fascination....
she squirms....as I murmer...stroking her flank...
*tits*...
*smack*...
Playthings...
*smack*...
I stroke her cunt...feel her reach and arch into my touch.....
*smack*...
*Tits* are just playthings...
*smack* her face...
smile as she groans ...her body writhing....cunt enslaved by my hand....she archs...pushing...telling me...she is so so so...
*smack*
I smear my fingers...drenched thick with cunt juice..over her face.
*up....*..
Up...
tippy toes..."
she groans....archs....
"good girl"
I soothe her...
pulling ropes...
her body strung into a high tight arch..
I kiss and caress..
"such a pretty girl...."
She moans....desperate...trembling.
I offer her little kisses and assurances and she is pulled up.
higher....higher....
her back a pale follow of the moon..
but we are applauded...
I take the compliments...
She...can wait...
She loves to wait...
on display...touched..pushed....the ropes creak like an ancient story...
arched...she twists...on display.
*smack*
her precious cunt...
hours later..
we have to go home...
precious thing...
*smack*..
wake up!
the thing wriggles...wild..inviting all to fuck
Her ...rose...thrashes...
not now. tomorrow maybe.
You can't just throw that thing around.
home..