Izzie's Extras Error

Tina got Izzie through the door with nothing but a promise and a sly grin. No cameras, no contracts, just the two of them and whatever the hell they felt like doing. Izzie’s still in her street clothes when Tina starts stripping her down, fast and business-like, like she’s already claimed the right. The blonde ends up bent over the arm of the couch, wrists pulled behind her and chained tight. The metal bites, cold and final. Tina stuffs a ball gag between Izzie’s teeth and buckles it hard, watching the drool start almost at once. Izzie makes a noise, low in her throat, but the sound dies against the rubber. Tina runs her hands over the girl’s ass, squeezes, then slides two fingers straight into her. She works them deep, slow at first, then faster, until Izzie’s hips jerk and the chains rattle. The blonde is already soaked. Tina leans in, mouth at her ear. “Told you this would stay between us.” Izzie answers with a muffled moan and another tug on the cuffs, but she pushes back onto Tina’s hand all the same.