The tips of Lola’s toes barely touched the bed as Fletcher held her suspended in the air. Her head tipped back and she cried out as he moved in and out of her, removing himself completely before surging powerfully forward. The brass bedframe squeaked in protest as Lola tightened her grip on the one bar she could reach, giving herself some leverage to arch her back, opening herself, welcoming the pleasurable onslaught. The tie bit deliciously into her wrists. With each thrust, Lola’s pussy tightened, edging her closer and closer to climax.