Juliana Jones and the Canyon of Pleasure
At last she had cornered him...
Juliana Jones loved the complete look of desperation on his face. He was out of breath. Spent and sweaty, and there was no getting out of this situation. And she enjoyed the control.
He had followed her to the island of Niue in search of the Talisman of the Poakapek, a priceless archaeological find, said to bring lustful power to its wearer.
She lorded over him. He had fallen backwards in a sandy clearing. He was powerless, and on the ground, scrambling like a crab in reverse, backed up against a tree.
Juliana knew there was nothing he could do.
"Now strip. I want you totally naked!" she ordered, cocking her right side out in front, with her hands on her full hips.
"Wh-What?" he stammered.
"You heard me I want to see you naked. Now!" she commanded.
He unbuttoned his shirt, frightened that she might cause him even more pain. He took off his boots, then trousers and underwear. He was completely naked now, looking up at her. He felt small and puny, in her presence and he could feel the sandy soil cling to his buttcrack.
Juliana enjoyed the show. She had him at her complete mercy. He was frightened of her, and she used her power slowly and forcefully. Seeing her rival underneath her, frightened, and scared, not only felt good to her, but it quite honestly made her pussy wet and her nipples hard.
She tied his arms above him to two trees.
