Blackmailed: Bound Lesbian Sex

Sandra got her hooks in deep. She slides the tape across the table, the one where Cassandra’s legs are wrapped around some guy who isn’t her husband. Cassandra’s eyes go wide, then wet. She pulls cash from her purse—everything she has. Sandra laughs, low and sharp, and shoves the bills back. She wants something else. Wants the same girl on the tape, but now, here, under her hand. Cassandra shakes her head until the first knot cinches her wrists. The rope bites; the gag follows, tasting like cotton and fear. Sandra’s palm cracks across bare skin, once, twice, heat blooming in red. Bound to the frame, Cassandra twists, ass raised, every strike making her jerk. When Sandra spreads her open and slides a strap between her legs, the fight turns wet. Fingers, tongue, the hard press of hips—Cassandra comes shaking, eyes glassy, the tape still turning in the dark.