Breeze taunting her tousled hair, Trying to manoeuvre herself The rope tautens around her wrists Trying once more making her wince Rose tries to observe every sound Straining to feel and see him The blindfold is dense, blackness Her lips still moist and pungent He stands back and surveys the scene This is heaven, she is wild and raunchy God! How she begged before fucking her Moaning as waves of orgasms over took Her cream silk blouse, missing buttons now Cum still trickling over her copius breasts His cock twitches as he takes in the scene Nipples hard from the cool breeze Hands tied above her head, bound by rope She is helpless as leaves brush against her Legs splayed wide apart, roughly bound Stockings now ripped and stained Buttock cheeks chaffed by asperous bark Skirt thrown aside in the undergrowth Cum slowly dripping down her inner thigh Pussy moist and aching for more Rose is trying to take deep breaths Been left wanting more, horny, wet Trying to gain back control of her mind Imagination now in full flight The crack of the whip, takes her breath away Sending pain and shock through her body Her clit twitches as it swells again Biting her lip, whimpering, waiting All senses are going wild, enthralled Her stilettos sinking in the wet mud As she tries to open her legs wider Waiting! Listening! Wanting! He stands back again, to ponder How much before she begs again? Licking his dry lips, mind racing Knowing he can fuck the bitch now!