Aly and Kendra James

Aly stiffed the bar. Bad move. Kendra grabbed her wrist, yanked her behind the counter, and stripped her bare in the storeroom. Ropes locked her arms back, crushing her tits until they bulged purple and tender. Every wrap drew a curse and a gasp. A wand clicked on, low and mean, and Aly jerked as the current kissed her clit. She tried to close her legs but the ropes held her open. Kendra watched, lips parted, until the urge hit her too. She yanked her own shirt off, climbed onto the crate, and pushed the wand between them both. Their bodies twitched together, slick and shaking. Every jolt fed another moan. Kendra kept them wired and wanting until Aly broke first, cursing and gushing against the floor. Then Kendra followed, grinding down hard, fingers buried in Aly’s hair. They stayed locked like that, still pulsing, the wand humming between them.