49-Rope walk

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, ever."

Brent looked into Hermosa's eyes as he said the words.

Those dark eyes were filled with nothing but lust and a heavy dose of sincerity.

That sincerity was Hermosa's aphrodisiac and hallucinogen, and she would have given anything for it.

So Hermosa compromised.

She stood up, her long, white legs still shaking from the orgasm that had not long passed.

The height of the rope must have been calculated by Brent, and Hermosa had just spread her legs to straddle the rope when the first knot grinded against her swollen clit. Hermosa whimpered with pleasure as her legs went limp and the rope sank deeper into her flesh beside clit.

"Ahhhh!"

Hermosa cried out in comfort, dripping lust dripping uncontrollably from that fleshy hole and falling onto the tiles in a crystal glistening juice.

"Hermosa, turn your head and look at yourself." Brent's eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse with command.

"Oooh ......"

Hermosa was sweating, a luscious pink flush o