CABO DAY OF THE DEAD part 6 A fantasy.

Four girls hang in the dark. Lashed, gagged, and writhing. Ball gags stretch their jaws while rope bites into skin. Two blondes and a pair of raven-haired beauties struggle at the same height, each just out of reach of the next. The Dead move between them like smoke and flesh, fingers, tongues, and whatever else they choose. Every climax feeds the next. Sweat slicks their bodies, nipples hard, thighs trembling. One girl jerks hard against the suspension, tits bouncing, only to be forced over the edge again before she can breathe. They can't touch each other. They can only watch, moan, and come. Morning light threatens at the edge of the room, but the Dead have no plans to let them go. The question hangs heavier than the ropes. Will the girls wake up, or will they spend forever caught in this endless, filthy dream?