The Interrogation with sex himself😍

 He ran his hands over my ass, spreading me open, admiring the way the rope framed everything so perfectly.

 “Such a pretty little stalker,” he murmured, voice dark with promise.

 I was bent over the edge of the bed, cheek pressed into the cool sheets, arms locked behind me in the strict box tie. The hip harness and crotch rope dug into me with every shaky breath. My pussy was soaked, the rough jute already slick with my arousal, and every tiny shift made the rope saw slowly against my swollen clit.

 He didn’t give me time to recover.

 His hands grabbed the two strands...