Latina X Lil Missy in Dual Restrain: No Escape (HD)

Description:

Latina and Lil missy are chatting on the couch when suddenly they hear “hands up” within a flash they are both restrained in rope standing in srappado position and ball gagged wearing nothing but their thongs and pantyhose.they struggle and drool. The intruder pours out on the back and rubs is over their asses . After a while they are hogtied and tape gagged. They try to escape but have no luck

The living room smelled of vanilla-scented candles and the faint musk of sweat clinging to bare skin, the air thick with the low hum of the TV playing some forgotten sitcom.

Latina leaned back against the plush armrest of the couch, her sheer pantyhose glistening under the dim sun light, Lil Missy sat beside her, fingers toying with the lace trim of her stockings clinging like a second skin to her pale legs.

"Hands up." An intruder entered the room. Latina’s spine stiffened before her brain even processed the words. Her fingers, still warm from tracing idle circles on Lil Missy’s knee, shot upward on instinct. Beside her, Lil Missy’s breath hitched, her shoulders jerking as if yanked by invisible strings. The couch creaked as they both twisted.

Within moments their wrist, were bound above the heads . Wearing only a their panties and stockings they struggled vulnerable in strappado position. The coils of rope bit into their skin the texture rough against her inner wrists as, their shoulders screaming in protest.The taste of latex and something faintly metallic flooded their mouths, Latinas jaw aching as drool immediately pooled at the corners, a thick string dripping onto her collarbone. Beside her, Lil Missy gagged around her own gag, her muffled protests vibrating against the rubber as her arms were hoisted higher, the rope creaking ominously.

Oil, warm, slick, smelling of almonds, splashed between Their shoulder blades, trickling in slow rivulets down their spines. Calloused fingers followed, spreading the liquid in broad, possessive strokes over Latinas ass, the thong’s flimsy fabric offering no resistance as his thumb pressed into the dip just above her crack. Lil Missy jerked when the intruders other hand mirrored the motion on her, her pantyhose whispering against her skin as they palm cupped one cheek, then the other, squeezing hard enough to leave finger-shaped imprints. Latina’s toes curled against the carpet, her bound wrists trembling as the intruders touch slid lower, the oil making obscene, squelching sounds as they worked it into the tops of her thighs and spanking her ass.

Released from strappado the ropes around their ankles were tightened, their legs bent back and bound to their wrists in a strict hogtie, with tape wrapping from their ankles around the front of their faces pressing down on their lips replacing the ball gags. The floor on their nipples as they thrashed, their hogtied bodies twisting like a landed fish, but the ropes only dug deeper leaving them both struggling loosing hope of being rescued.