Duped Out Of Jewell's Jewels By Double Crossing Girlfriend

Tina feels the rope bite her wrists. Star cinched the knots tight, left her naked on the bed like a prize. Both of them grinning earlier about the diamonds now sitting in a bag by the door. Then Jewell walks in. Big tits straining her blouse, dark hair loose, eyes flat and hard. She doesn’t look surprised. Star steps back, smirks, and slides the bag across the floor. Jewell picks it up, weighs it, then turns her stare on Tina. The blonde’s chest rises and falls fast, nipples stiff from the chill and the fear. Jewell leans close, cups one heavy breast, thumbs the nipple like she’s testing fruit. “Double-crossed, honey,” she says. Tina tugs at the rope. Jewell laughs low, unbuttons her own shirt, lets those full tits swing free. She straddles Tina’s bound thighs, presses warm skin to warm skin, and starts to collect on the debt with slow, deliberate hands. Every squeeze, every pinch, every grind drives the point home: Star sold her out, and Jewell’s here to settle the score.