Lochai, Blaze and Mika Tan

Mika Tan hits the mat hard, black hair fanning across the floor. Lochai moves quick, looping fresh rope around her wrists, pulling them high behind her back until her shoulders strain. Blaze watches from the side, already bare, nipples tight in the cool air. Lochai feeds the line between Mika’s legs, splits her open, cinches it so every tug drags across her cunt. She groans, then bites down when he forces the red ball gag past her lips and snaps the buckle at her nape. Drool starts almost immediately, slick on her chin. He flips her onto her belly, threads more rope around her ankles, drags them to her wrists until her back bows and her hips lift. She fights the stretch, heels quivering. Blaze steps in, runs a palm down the taut curve of Mika’s ass, fingers slipping lower to test how wet the rope has already made her. Mika jerks, a choked sound around the gag. Lochai tugs the chest harness another inch tighter, knots it off, leaves her rocking on her knees, drooling, bound and spread. Blaze leans close, breath hot on Mika’s ear, and waits for the next command.