Captured in 4k

Rosie thought she had time. She set her phone down, pulled out the cuffs and gag like she was about to show a live crowd exactly how they worked. She stripped to the thong, worked the ball between her teeth, strapped it tight. The first cuff clicked around her wrists, the second locked her ankles together, and she bent herself double to join wrists to ankles. The phone kept filming every second. Then Stella’s key turned in the lock. Rosie’s eyes went wide. Stella stepped in, took one look at the blonde trussed on the floor, and laughed. She crouched, fingers darting straight for Rosie’s bare soles. Rosie squealed behind the gag, tried to twist away, but the cuffs held. Stella moved to her ribs, then the soft skin of her inner thighs, working every spot until Rosie’s laughter turned frantic and helpless. Sweat beaded on her skin. The phone kept rolling. Rosie shook her head hard, muffled words lost behind rubber and steel. She wanted out. She wanted the cuffs off before Stella realized what she’d walked into. Too late. Stella already knew.