Very well, then, there was nothing for it but to proceed. This time each of Blaise’s ankles was taken and secured to the very same rope that held her wrist on that side. This pulled her lithe young body into the tightest fold and spread she had ever been in by far. The result was that her breasts were offered up by the taut pectoral muscles beneath them as firm but pliant peach halves on a plate. And right below them, her p***y was drawn so rudely apart that its lips concealed none of the delicate structures they normally hid, let alone their florid state of arousal and glistening lubrication. Her inner thighs, which Trevor now stroked lasciviously, were pulled wider than they’d ever been, also opening them to punishment without any restraint.
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