"Jake… please," she whimpered.
"Quiet," I commanded, grabbing a coil of thick, rough jute rope.
I started with her breasts. I wanted that classic, over-the-top BDSM hentai look—the kind of tie that turns a woman into a biological masterpiece. I looped the rope around her torso, weaving it between those heavy, swaying mounds in a tight shibari pattern. I pulled the rough fibers with all my strength, cinching the rope down until it bit deep into her pale skin.
The effect was instant. The rope forced her tits upward and outward, the pressure so intense they looked like they might burst. The skin stretched to its limit, glowing pink, while her nipples, dark and swollen, poked out from the crisscrossing ropes like ripe berries ready to burst. It was a picture of pure, shameless gluttony.
