I'm Just Kinda Horny All Tied Up

Bunny’s arms are stretched tight over her head, rope biting into her wrists, her big tits straining against whatever’s left of her top. The blonde’s nipples are stiff. She can’t move much, but she can still talk, and right now she’s talking dirty. Dixie stands over her, brunette hair wild, silicone tits pushed up in a black corset that barely contains them. Bunny meets her eyes. “Come on,” she says, voice low and rough. “I’m just kinda horny all tied up. You gonna leave me like this, or you gonna do something about it?” The rope creaks when Bunny shifts her hips, thighs spread open on purpose. Dixie steps closer. She drags two fingers across Bunny’s stomach, slow, then lower. Bunny’s breath catches but she doesn’t look away. Dixie leans in until their faces are almost touching. “You asked for this,” she whispers. Then her hand slips between Bunny’s legs, and the teasing stops. She works two fingers inside her, hard and steady, thumb circling Bunny’s clit with each thrust. Bunny’s whole body jolts against the restraints. Her tits bounce with every movement, nipples scraping the air. She moans loud enough that the sound echoes off the walls. Dixie doesn’t rush. She keeps the pace cruel, deliberate, watching every twitch and gasp. When Bunny’s close, she pulls back just enough to make her whimper, then pushes in again, deeper. The ropes hold. Bunny can’t do anything but take it, and she loves it.