A little sunset beach bondage [Extreme]

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of red and orange, as a naked man stands beneath the swaying branches of a beachside tree, his arms stretched upwards, gripping the limbs tightly. His body is a canvas of sweat and anticipation, the salty sea breeze whipping around him, carrying with it the faint scent of lust. A rope dangles from his cock, leading to a woman on her knees, her mouth wrapped around the other end, gagging on the rough fibers as she sucks eagerly. She’s bound at the wrists, her arms pulled taut behind her back, forcing her tits out, nipples hard and begging for attention. The rope from her bonds weaves down to his balls, a makeshift cock and ball torture device, ensuring every suck, every lick, sends a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through his veins.

Her moans are muffled, the rope cutting off her air, but her eyes plead for more. He obliges, thrusting his hips forward, the rope sliding deeper into her throat, choking her. He watches, a sick grin spreading across his face, as she struggles, tears streaming down her cheeks. His hand wraps around his shaft, stroking in time with her desperate sucks. The beach is empty, save for the distant hum of boats and the crashing of waves, the perfect backdrop for their twisted symphony of pain and pleasure. He can feel his balls tightening, the rope digging into her flesh, marking her as his. With a final thrust, he unleashes his load, the rope pulsing with his release, her throat working to swallow every last drop.