Looking up at the ceiling while tied helpless in a spreadeagle, Amelia prepared herself. nly minutes had passed, but the rubber bands on her arms had already worn her out. Every pull against them only resulted in her arm snapping back into its tight position. Soon, her desire to escape gave way to her growing desire to cum. Her struggles intensified as she was thrust into the throes of multiple orgasms. After a while Amelia had had enough and tried to back away, but the chains on her legs held firm. The wand is switched to high and her over-sensitive pussy sent her quickly into another series of orgasms.
Watching how sexy Abby was squirming in her ropes it would be a wonder if she was ever let free. She was quite convinced that she could get free and gave it her all. Not surprisingly, however, the rope held just fine. Still, a solid effort should be rewarded and for Abby that meant a little time with a magic wand. Slowly she built up to a massive climax; the ropes still taught from unconscious pulling. Moments before orgasm the vibe is turned off, leaving Abby angry and very unsatisfied. She'll have to figure a way out of the ropes if she really wants that coveted orgasm.
Struggling fiercely in her ropes, Autumn never thought she'd wish for traffic but she was today. Between her legs a magic wand is tied tightly in place, threatening to come to life at any moment. That moment would only come when the security camera sensed motion or more specifically, street traffic. Craning her neck to look for cars her wish would come true only for it to shut back off seconds later. Becoming more frustrated by each passing vehicle Autumn can't do anything but hope for more traffic to push her over. Who knows, maybe she'll get lucky?
Liv started out with a fighting chance; albeit not a good one. Her hands vetwrapped closed, wrists and legs each tethered to a corner of the room. Each knot feet away from her enfeebled hands. The chastity belt tightly contains her sex reminding her that not even that is in her control. The loose ropes are soon tightened one by one leaving her in a standing spreadeagle. As each minute ticks by her puppet master tightens or adds more rope to her well restrained body. Looking at the sizable pile of rope in front of her, Liz knows its only going to get tighter and tighter.
To escape, Tara must struggle. To struggle means pulling uncomfortably on her neck and crotch ropes. Her attempts to simply stay still were quickly dispatched as she spied the nearby knots. No matter how she stretched her arms it only served to choke her until she relaxed them. Tara's legs were no different; her crotch rope pulled tight as a bow. Any movement in her legs was quickly added the pressure already there. No matter how unpleasant her tugging is, she's not the type to give up easily. Not with her freedom on the line.
