Arachne Malice meets Angela August in Miami for an extensive, spit-soaked, wrapped-in-rope h*ok-up. Now with an additional short-but-sweet bonus erotic electro play segment only available in this compilation.

I met her at EXXXOTICA Miami: Angela August, sweet and bright-eyed, practically trembling when she asked me to tie her up. I could tell right away that she wanted it bad, even if she didn't know exactly what it was. So I brought her up to my hotel room, pulled out my rope, and made her mine. I tie Angela with care, winding the rope around her soft curves, watching her squirm just a l*ttle. She's not used to being handled like this. Restrained, displayed, owned. And I make sure she feels it. She doesn't speak much, but her eyes say everything: nervous, needy, aching to please. I tease her with touch and proximity, firm but deliberate, my long stiletto nails scraping her skin, reminding her that her safety is in my hands. My rope becomes an extension of my will, and her body becomes the canvas. Now that she’s given me her body, I wanted her throat. No more quiet restraint, this is hunger. I grab her by the hair and slide my c*ck past her lips. She moans, but I don't let her settle. I want her messy. I want her gasping. And she gives me everything I ask for. Angela gags and drools like a good girl, tongue out, throat open, dripping wet all over her own chest. The camera catches every filthy angle: spit clinging to my long, stilletto-tip nails, her mascara running just a l*ttle, her tied body j*rking with every thrust. She's overwhelmed, but she never says no. She asked for this. She begged for it. I pull her up onto the bed, still bound tight in the rope harness I tied her into earlier. She's soaked. Nervous. Desperate. And I finally slide inside her. Slow at first, letting her feel every inch. The ropes dig into her body as I use them to shift her into new positions. That's the beauty of a good tie: it lets me hold her exactly how I want. We go from cowgirl to sidegirl, then I bend her over for doggy and grab the rope like handlebars. Every time she moans, I f*ck her deeper. She tries to keep up, but I can feel how badly she's losing herself to it. So I drag her up onto my hips, wrap my long, stiletto-nailed fingers around her throat, and take her the rest of the way. I c*m, but I don't stop. And when I finally fill her up, she knows exactly what it means: she's mine now.

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