Description
Frogtied and hogtied, laying on her tummy with humiliating saliva strings sliding from under her red ball gag to the floor, Rocky Emerson seems unable to make any headway in trying to escape from the black leather belts and straps that severely bind her and leave her like a vulnerable sack of feminine energy. In fact, with her many tattoos and black bra and panties, she almost looks like a wriggling living female art exhibit! But then suddenly, unexpectedly in fact, her red-polished fingers have a breakthrough, working on one of the clinking buckles as the sounds of her breathing and the sliding of her naked legs against the mat mix with her panting. A sudden little burst of laughter, and Rocky sits on her haunches to finally, triumphantly, and gradually shed the intricate design of straps which had rendered her helpless—but only until she heroically finds her way out! Her smile of triumph is happy and well-deserved.
