Crucified, Arms and Legs Spread, Body Stretched I’m crucified, strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross, thick ropes biting into my dusky skin, leaving red marks where they dig, my arms spread wide, muscles straining, my black-painted nails clawing at the air like a desperate whore. My skin gleams under harsh light, sweat dripping from my shaved armpits, tracing shiny trails down my sides to my huge tits, heavy, dangling, the skin stretched tight, almost purple, my pink nipples, hard as nails, still red from the clamps that tortured them, jutting out proudly, so sensitive that every drop of sweat grazing them sends shocks straight to my soaked cunt. My legs, spread to the max, leave my meaty thighs trembling, the dusky skin glistening, marked by fishnets, the insides sticky with sweat and pussy juice dripping to my ankles. My fat ass, juicy, hangs exposed, two perfect globes, streaked with red welts from the riding crop, each burning mark throbbing like a slut begging for more. My gaping asshole, pink, shiny, pulses, wide open like a hungry whore’s mouth, the pale pink inside visible, wet, quivering, ready to be fucked by your cock or a twisted toy. My pussy, just below, gapes like a filthy flower, thick, pink lips, soaked, spread wide, juice dripping in streams, splattering the floor, my swollen clit, red, jutting out like an insolent little cock, throbbing with every heartbeat, ready to explode. My wide, meaty hips stretch under the tension, a slut’s ass made for whipping until I scream. My black hair, sleek, spills down my back, strands stuck with sweat, brushing my tits, tickling my burning skin. My mouth, plump lips, parted, drools, raw, throaty moans escaping, my tongue poking out, ready to suck or beg for more pain, my half-closed eyes burning with lust, daring you to push me to the edge.