Sage Tits Out T And D

Allie and Marisol tear Sage's tits free the moment she's strapped down. The chair holds her tight. She thought this was isolation. She thought wrong. Their hands are on her fast—flesh spilling out, heavy and pale, her nipples already stiff from the chill and the sudden exposure. They circle her. The blindfold keeps her guessing, breath quickening as two pairs of fishnet-clad legs move in close. Fingers pinch, squeeze, flick. Hard. Then they stop. Again and again. They laugh when she gasps, when her back arches, when her hips twitch against the restraints. It's all mean pleasure and cruel pause. They take turns, working her tits like they know every nerve ending, then back off the instant her moans get too loud. Her thighs tremble. Her chest heaves. But they never give her what she wants. Just touch and tease, relentless, until her whole body is strung tight and aching.