Spoiled Princess

Charlie’s stretched out in the sun when Lora sneaks up and clamps a cloth over her face. The fight drains out of her fast. Lora drops her on the ground, winds rope around her wrists behind her back and cinches her ankles tight. Charlie warns her she’ll regret it, says she has no idea who she is. Lora ignores the threat, loops more rope across her body, stuffs a gag in her mouth, then starts tickling her ribs and soles until Charlie’s muffled screams turn to helpless laughter. When the giggles fade, Lora pulls out the Hitachi and presses it between Charlie’s legs, grinding the buzzing head until the blonde shakes and comes so hard her muscles seize. Then she drags her into the hot tub, climbs in after, and grinds her own hips down on Charlie’s bound thigh. Lora leaves. The moment she’s gone, Charlie works the ropes loose, shaking feeling back into her wrists. When Lora steps back in, Charlie plays dead weight. Lora slides into the water again, reaches between them, and that’s when Charlie slaps the cloth back over her mouth. Lora drops. Rope now bites into Lora’s wrists and ankles. Charlie yanks Lora’s bikini aside and fingers her hard, rubbing her clit in tight circles until Lora convulses and comes with a long, broken moan. The tickling starts next, but this time Charlie notices how wet Lora already is, how her hips chase every touch. She leans in, lips meet, tongues slide, and the two blondes melt into each other, still half-tied, steam rising around them.