Dibs On The Handyman

Cadence shoves Carissa off the commode and yanks the float rod until it snaps. Water starts spraying. Carissa retaliates, jamming the bathroom sink drain and twisting the faucet till it floods the floor. Both blondes are soaked, tits bouncing under tight shirts, nipples standing out like they’ve been iced. They hear boots in the hallway. The handyman is here. Each woman grabs the other, rope in hand, tying wrists behind backs in a desperate tug-of-war to be the first face he sees. Cadence gets the knots around Carissa’s elbows cinched, forcing those fake tits forward. Carissa twists free enough to lash Cadence’s ankles, sending her toppling onto the wet tile, ass up. The bell rings again. One woman ends up on her knees, rope-burned and panting, the other still struggling, both of them dripping and desperate when the door finally opens.