Gang Up On Allie

Kitty, Morgan and Skylar burst through the door the instant Allie’s eyes snap open. She pushed them around all day. Now the payback starts. Hands yank straps tight across her wrists and ankles. A second later she’s locked in the chair, breathing fast, black hair falling over one eye. Skylar’s already got the vibrator in her fist. Morgan drags Allie’s skirt up. Kitty rolls a nipple between her fingers and smiles. Allie’s curves strain against the leather. The three lean in close. One starts the buzz. Another slips fingers between her thighs. The third leans down and blows across her nipple. Every move lands with purpose. They keep her right there—wet, shaking, and exactly where they want her.