CABO DAY OF THE DEAD part 5 A fantasy.

Dawn creeps through the villa curtains and the girls finally see the ropes still coiled around their thighs. Their tits hang heavy, marked red from hours of rope and teeth. One girl strains against her wrist cuffs, the ball gag still jammed behind her teeth, drool sliding down her chin. She watches her blonde partner, tits swaying as she tries to work free, but the knots only bite deeper. The rigger circles them slow, already feeding fresh rope through the rings. He yanks both girls together, chest to chest, tits smashed, nipples brushing with every breath. Another loop pins their elbows, forces their backs to arch. The third night is over; the fourth is already tying itself around their wrists.