Teaching The New Office Slut A Lesson

Adara's the new girl. Caught flirting hard with the boss, leaning over his desk, tits half out. Dixie sees it all and her jaw locks tight. She waits until the boss leaves, then grabs Adara by the wrist and yanks her into the supply room. The door clicks shut. Dixie spins her around, shoves a red ball gag between Adara's lips, and buckles it behind her head. Spit already drips down Adara's chin. She tries to curse but the gag turns it into wet, useless noise. Dixie rips open Adara's blouse, buttons flying. Those big natural tits bounce free, nipples stiff from fear or thrill, or both. She grabs rope from the shelf and winds it around Adara's wrists, yanking them behind her back, binding them tight. Every pull makes Adara's shoulders strain. Dixie's beard scratches Adara's neck as she leans in close. "Steal my thunder, you little office whore?" she growls. Adara shakes her head, eyes wide, drool sliding down between her bare tits. Dixie doesn't care. She forces Adara down onto her knees on the cold floor, ties her ankles together so she can't run, can't fight. The rope bites into skin. Dixie's fingers hook into Adara's mouth around the gag, stretching her jaw wider just because she can. Adara whimpers. Dixie smiles, slow and mean. Lesson starts now.