Angela Bound Mouthstuffed, And Tapegagged

Angela’s knees are raw on the concrete. She’s on the floor in the basement, wrists cinched behind her, mouth stretched wide around a thick cock. The brunette holds her hair, feeding it to her slow, then deeper. Angela gags but takes it. Eyes glassy. Every thrust rocks her forward, spit stringing from her lip to the floor. Then the hand in her hair tightens. They switch it up—tape goes over her mouth first, then more wraps, sealing the soaked fabric inside until all you get is the muffled sound of her breathing through her nose. She’s left on her side, arms locked, eyes wide while the other girl watches, already pulling her own top down, nipples hard under the lights. The guy moves behind Angela, yanks her hips up, and pushes in. Every thrust knocks a grunt out of her, and all she can do is take it, taped and helpless while the other girl leans in close, fingers brushing Angela’s face like she’s daring her to break. Angela doesn’t. She just shudders, body caught between the two of them.