Borderland Bound - Brianna & Ms Monaco in: Who Gave Them Up?? The Moment Their Protection Evaporated the Saucy UnderCovers Were Mouth-Wateringly Compromised by Larry the Devil! (HD)
The gagged up sleuths, breathing in the scent of their own beautifully musky strappy heels – rumbled and exposed - lay naked on the wide bed in a slow, shining knot of rope, wrists hauled back to updrawn ankles so every breath bowed their bodies and tipped their hips into the coverlet. the feisty blonde worked her shoulders against the hogtie and felt the line cinch tighter, white-blonde hair stuck to her cheek, a glossy red ball filling her mouth until her lips stretched around it and spit threaded from the strap to the sheet. beside her, super-busty ms monaco rocked in the same bind, breasts pressed warm to the bedding, her own cherry stopper buckled snug, cheeks rounded, a wet shine already at the corners of her mouth as she pushed her hot pussy in a restless little circle and found the ropes answered every grind. neither undercover could speak, neither could straighten, and the dilemma was simple and delicious: stay still and ache, or writhe and make the tie sweeter.brianna and ms monaco had come to basil hawthorne’s manse dressed for the evening… the blonde and the brunette had played wealthy socialites long enough to get inside; now they were on the wide bed, eveningwear tossed asunder somewhere out of sight, skin warm against the coverlet, wrists drawn behind them in neat coils. lucious brianna, feisty even with her mouth sealed, wore a skin-tight strip of white cloth that hugged her lips and cheeks and kept every clever remark locked behind it. her eyes stayed bright above the gag, tracking the room as if the game were still hers to call.ms monaco took the challenge the way she took everything else: chest high, mouth working, hands and ankles already bound and still finding something to say. hawthorne’s chief minion waited her out with the patience of a man who liked a loud woman best when she was about to go quiet. the rubber ball was glossy, juice-bright, sized for a mouth that had been talking too long. he set it between her lips, eased the strap home, and buckled it snug at the nape. the last of her commentary turned into a muffled hum. brianna watched the whole business over the white cloth and shifted her shoulders, ropes creaking, as if she were taking notes for later.word had already reached the house that the pair were undercovers, tipped by someone inside the operation whose name neither woman had yet. brianna held out through the first round of questions, cloth tight, chin lifted, giving them nothing. the white strip came away only long enough for the red ball to replace it. ms monaco’s gag was swapped for a matching girly stopper, cherry-red and shining. side by side on the bed, both mouths were stopped the same way, straps neat, cheeks rounded around the rubber, saliva already gathering at the corners.the hogtie came next, unhurried and thorough. ankles drawn up, wrists linked to them, bodies bowed into a slow, rocking curve that put their hips where the ropes wanted them. brianna tested the new tension and found it exact; every small push of her thighs shifted the whole arrangement and sent a fresh pull through her shoulders. ms monaco answered with a roll of her own, breasts pressed to the coverlet, the red ball bobbing as she breathed around it. drool slipped past both gags in thin, glossy threads and spotted the sheet.they writhed because the ropes invited it. brianna worked her knees, blonde hair stuck to her cheek, the white-turned-red stopper shining whenever she turned her face. each grind of her hips dragged her hot pussy along the bedding and tightened the line from wrists to ankles until she had to ease off and start again. ms monaco matched her, slower, deeper, the ballgag creaking faintly against her teeth as she pushed and settled and pushed once more. the room stayed warm. nobody hurried them.hawthorne’s man stayed at the foot of the bed and watched the two undercovers learn the shape of the tie. brianna’s gagged mouth worked around the red ball in little, useless shapes that might have been threats or might have been something sweeter. ms monaco’s eyes had gone heavy-lidded, spit shining on her chin, body rocking in the hogtie as if she meant to wear the ropes out before they wore her out. the unknown leak in the operation could wait. for the moment the only sounds were rope, breath, and the soft wet click of two ballgags doing their job.by the time the lamp was turned down, both women were flushed and slick, still trussed, still drooling through the gags, still pushing their hot pussies in slow, restless circles against the bed. brianna caught ms monaco’s eye over the shine of rubber and held it. whatever had given them up, whoever had sold the evening, the two of them were exactly where the ropes had put them, mouth-wateringly compromised and in no hurry to be anywhere else.***all productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***
