Curvy Pantyhose Girly Girl Layla Gets Tightly Bound, Gagged & Humiliated by A JILTED CO-WORKER!

Layla knows her curves turn heads. The whole office stares when she walks by, and she makes sure they get a good look. Every day the same co-worker asks her out. Every day she brushes him off harder. One afternoon she drags him through the mud in front of everyone, calling him a creep, making the whole staff laugh. He smiles, keeps his cool, waits. Two nights later he shows up at her door with a fake work excuse. She opens, sees the lie on his face, and the fury hits. Before she can slam the door he’s inside. A quick shove lands her in a wooden chair. Rope snakes around her wrists, her elbows, her waist, pulling her tight to the backrest. Her ankles cross and get lashed to the chair legs. She spits curses until he stuffs a fat wad of cloth deep into her mouth, then winds silver tape over it, around her head, again and again until nothing but muffled grunts escape. He stands back, grinning. Big hands cup her breasts, squeeze, twist. She bucks, tries to bite through the gag. He laughs, snaps photos with his phone, tells her the whole office is going to see. A thick rope slips between her thighs, pulled snug over the thin pantyhose, biting right where it counts. Every shift rubs the crotch line deeper. She moans, half rage, half something hotter. He takes his time, gropes, taunts, records. When he finally walks out she’s alone, chest heaving, thighs spread by the rope, hose gleaming under the lamp. She rocks, grunts, tries to reach the phone on the table. The cords hold. The gag holds. All she manages is frantic, muffled bitching and the frantic scrape of nylon against wood. Her pretty face flushes, eyes flashing, every curse lost behind layers of tape.