Sofia & Ruby Suspended, Gagged And Hogtied By A Stalker (4K)

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The air was thick with tension, the eerie feeling of being pursued clinging to Sofia and Ruby like a second skin. Their eyes darted around the shadowy interior, searching for any sign of danger, but the only thing that greeted them was an unsettling silence. Sofia’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she clutched Ruby’s hand, pulling her deeper into the house. Ruby’s face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes wide with fear. They had thought they’d lost whoever—or whatever—was following them, but the unease lingered, a cold knot in the pit of their stomachs.

Before they could catch their breath, Ropes were quickly wrapped around her wrists and ankles, biting into her skin as they were pulled taut. They felt the rough texture of the fibers against their bare flesh, their  clothes having been torn away in the struggle, leaving them in nothing but their panties. The thin fabric clung to thier curves, offering little in the way of modesty, and they flushed with embarrassment as they realized how exposed they were.

Their perky breasts heaved with each labored breath, their nipples tight with fear and arousal, the contrast between terror and desire sending a shiver down their spines.Both ballgagged, drool began to drip from the corners of their mouths, as they strained against their bonds, their muscles trembling with effort.

Sofia’s eyes met Ruby’s across the room, and for a moment, they shared a look of sheer terror, their bond of friendship the only thing keeping them from completely unraveling.

Ruby’s eyes widened as she felt the ropes around her wrists loosen slightly. With a surge of adrenaline, she wriggled her hands free from the doorframe, her heart racing with hope. But her relief was short-lived as she realized her hands were still bound behind her back, rendering her nearly as helpless as before. She kicked her legs, trying to free her ankles, but the ropes held firm, biting into her skin with every movement. Her breasts bounced with each desperate thrust, her body glistening with sweat as she struggled, her panties the only thing left to cover her modesty, though they did little to conceal her arousal.