Chrissy Marie Nude, Sock gagged, Tightly Hogtied, Frustrated and Squirming around her Entire House! Nude Escape Attempts!

The Goon ties Chrissy on the living room floor and cracks wise about insurance and new shopping once the claim pays out. She doesn’t laugh. He grabs a crusty sock from her hamper and stuffs it deep past her tongue, his forearm pinning her while she bucks. A strip of duct tape follows, yanked tight over her lips and around the back of her head until her cheeks bulge. He rolls her onto her belly, grabs her hair, pulls her heels to her wrists, and cinches the hogtie until the rope creaks. Every slap on her bare ass gets a muffled grunt. Then he leaves her. Chrissy doesn’t quit. She rolls to her side, plants her shoulders, and inches forward like a pissed-off caterpillar, tits mashed to the rug, thighs straining. Sweat glistens on her skin. She flops onto her back, kicks once, flips again, and drags herself down the hall one stubborn shimmy at a time. In the kitchen she thrashes against the cabinets, trying to hook tape on a drawer edge, but the knots hold. She pivots, worms through the dining room, sweat-slick and furious, straight back to the living room where she hopes her phone lies waiting. Every grunt behind the sock is half curse, half moan. Nude, hogtied, and dead set on getting loose.