I'm on my knees, my feet are arched and stretched, my purple elbows are throbbing, my mouth is open by the ball gag, clothes pins are biting down on my nipples, the rope around my neck slowly gets tighter and tighter with each movement, and the crotch rope seems to feels as if it's slipping deeper inside me the higher I'm being pulled the the ceiling. Drool drips down my bottom lip, falling down to my chest, and forming a sexy stream down my stomach all the way down my pussy. For such a tough position, I endured the pain until the end although it didn't take much after I had asked that Martin ... Show more