Milaamorabondage - Hoshikibi Girls 2 – Mission Failed: Rope, Tape & fucked
They knelt side by side on the mat in their silk kimonos, mila’s cream blossoms and tilly’s rose pattern pooling around their knees. both bowed as the master left. the moment the door slid shut, the quiet broke.“remember why we’re here,” mila said.“i know. find his secret and get back. we’ve been here weeks.”“maybe if you tried harder—”“maybe i already have it,” tilly cut in, “and i’m not telling you.”mila’s jaw tightened. she stood and walked off.later she watched from the edge of the wooden wall. tilly was alone, robe half-open. mila stayed low until tilly turned and saw her. then she moved. she caught tilly from behind, locked an arm across her chest, and they moved towards the planks.tilly’s bare back met the warm wood. her arms were pulled wide, white rope cinching her wrists and stretching them to the rings. her ankles were secured the same way, thighs spread and trembling. the red ball gag filled her mouth; mila buckled it, then pressed microfoam tape over the top and smoothed it across her cheeks. tilly’s breasts rose and fell with each hard breath through her nose, nipples tight.mila, naked now too, held the black toy and traced it slowly between tilly’s thighs before sliding it deep in to her pussy. she worked it in steady circles, then pressed deeper. tilly’s hips jerked against the ropes, stomach tightening, bound legs shaking until she came hard, a muffled sound caught behind the gag and tape. she said nothing after. her eyes stayed defiant.mila stepped back, searched her face, found nothing, and left frustrated.tilly waited, then worked one wrist free, then the other. the ankle ties took longer. when she stood she went after mila.she caught her still searching. mila was taken by suprise and taken to the wooden shed. mila’s arms were pulled high, the same white rope securing her wrists above her head, the red ball gag filling her mouth. tilly pressed in behind her, one hand on mila’s hip as she guided the black shaft in. mila’s back arched. the rope creaked. tilly moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the harness base pressing against her with every thrust. mila’s thighs shook, bound arms pulling tight—just as her breathing broke and her body began to clench, the door slid open.the master stood there.both women froze. mila’s gagged face turned toward the sound. tilly’s hands stayed on her hips, the strap-on still buried deep.they were placed side by side on the mat. silver tape bound each woman’s wrists to her own ankles, drawing her knees wide. more tape sealed their mouths in a firm wrap gag. mila’s dark hair stayed pulled back; tilly’s reddish strands clung to her damp skin. both stared ahead, bodies tense and struggling furiously with the tape. they had failed the mission and be caught by the master!
