[as a preface: We’re starting our Christmas specials early this year! Every week from now until Christmas, we’re doing a brand new Christmas-themed special!]
Addison squirmed in the dark forest clearing, her body trapped by Christmas lights. Moonlight cut through the pines, glinting off the red velvet Santa suit that crushed her curves. The suit’s plunging neckline strained over her plump tits, its tight fabric squeezing her ass. Snow stung her bare thighs, the suit’s hem yanked high, baring her juicy curves. The lights pinched her wrists, knotted behind her back, their plastic edges digging into her skin. More cords bound her thighs, locking her legs together, each twist stinging. The suit’s fuzzy trim teased her cleavage, a kinky tickle against the pain.
She planned this shoot, craving something raw. Addison, a veteran bondage model, picked this remote clearing for its edge. The crew wrapped her in glowing lights, their red, green, blue bulbs casting shadows on the snow. The Santa suit was her choice, its snug fit built to scream kink under the moonlight. They swore they’d be back fast with more gear. They fucked up, ditching her without a map, no signal in the endless forest. The camera, on a tripod, snapped every thirty seconds, catching her fight. Hours passed, and no one returned.
Her breaths puffed in the frosty air, glowing in the moon’s pale light. The lights dug deeper as she writhed, their grip burning her wrists and thighs. The velvet suit clung to her sweating skin, molding her tits and ass with every jerk. She twisted, her tits pushing the fabric, the neckline slipping lower. The cords held tight, her ass clenching as she fought for slack. Snow stung her exposed skin, its bite sharp against her thighs. The camera clicked, nailing her raw struggle.
Addison’s heart pounded, her body screaming with effort. The Christmas lights squeezed like a vice, their glow taunting her in the dark. She yanked at her wrists, the cords chafing her skin, jolts shooting through her nerves. The suit’s velvet rubbed her nipples, stiff from the cold, a cruel tease against the restraints’ sting. Her thighs quaked, muscles burning as she tried to shift. Moonlight danced on the suit, its red sheen popping against the snow.
The forest loomed black, pines creaking, snow untouched except under her boots. The crew’s screw-up left her stranded, their van lost in the maze of trees, no way to find her. Addison’s brown hair snagged in the cords, tugging as she thrashed. The Santa suit traced every curve, its hem riding higher, baring her ass to the frosty air. She arched her back, desperate for give, but the lights gripped harder. Her tits strained, the velvet stretching thin, its fuzzy trim scraping her skin. The camera snapped, freezing her writhing form.
They abandoned her, clueless in the forest, leaving her bound and alone. The darkness pressed in, moonlight her only witness. She twisted her hips, the suit’s hem catching the cords, pinching her ass. The lights seared her wrists, her fingers numb from the strain. She kicked out, her bound thighs trembling, the velvet chafing her skin sore. Each move was a war, her body aching, the suit amplifying every line. The camera kept clicking, capturing her relentless fight.
Addison thrashed like crazy, the Santa suit’s velvet crushing her plump tits. The Christmas lights pinched her wrists tight, cords grinding her squirming ass. Snow stung her bare thighs, the suit’s hem yanked high, baring her juicy curves. The camera snapped her bound body, fuzzy trim rubbing her sore. She jerked hard, cords digging, ass twitching, tits straining.
