The oil-loving villain strikes again! This time, he has brought with him plenty of colorful rope to make sure that I am tied up even tighter than usual. I am bound, standing in a doorway. My wrists are tied above my head to the ceiling and my legs are spread apart, tied off at the ankles. Over my soft, youthful nude body and bush is a yellow rope, tied beautifully across my chest and down my torso, with a nice, tight knot right over my clit. I struggle and whimper, wanting to get free from the bondage. However, the more I struggle, the more I realize that the crotch knot and rope is rubbing in...

The oil-loving villain strikes again! This time, he has brought with him plenty of colorful rope to make sure that I am tied up even tighter than usual. I am bound, standing in a doorway. My wrists are tied above my head to the ceiling and my legs are spread apart, tied off at the ankles. Over my soft, youthful nude body and bush is a yellow rope, tied beautifully across my chest and down my torso, with a nice, tight knot right over my clit. I struggle and whimper, wanting to get free from the bondage. However, the more I struggle, the more I realize that the crotch knot and rope is rubbing in a very pleasurable way over my pussy. I struggle more and I start to feel the familiar wetness and tingling. The rope is making me hot. Since I'm a horny little captive, I decide to use the rope as a fuck toy, and I begin to grind on it. The harder I grind, the more I feel the smooth rope flicking and rubbing my pulsating clit. I start to moan as I struggle, and even though I'm still trying to get free, I do not stop rubbing my slit against the rope. I begin to shake a little bit along my glistening body and legs. I keep working and pumping my clot on the knot until I am shaking in orgasms, moaning and sighing as I lean on the ropes, exhausted.