395 Whitney Morgan & Serene Isley - We Were Meant To Be Together
30 photos; 10:07 video
03.12.2018
I was working my shift at the restaurant when this beautiful blonde comes through the door. I felt an instant connection to her. I knew we'd be more than just best friends! When she left me an extra-large tip, I took it to mean that she wanted me as well, so I followed her home. I watched her undress and lay on her bed in her red bra, thong, pantyhose, and high heels, and waited for my moment to attack.
The clip opens with Whitney lying on her bed. While she tries to find something good to watch on TV, I sneak into her room and pounce on her back, straddling her under me. I pull out my rope and grab her arms to get them tied tightly behind her back. I run my hand along her throat, bringing me face close to hers. I run my hand through her hair, hugging her as she becomes more and more frustrated and afraid of me. I tell her to just let me tie her up then we can talk about things.
I lash her elbows together and reveal a bit too much information since I know her name and she paid with cash. I try to convince her that we can be more than friends if she would just stop struggling and go with it. She tells me that she can be a better friend if she's not tied up. I decide she needs more rope though. I tie her wrists and ankles together as well, watching her ass struggle in front of me. The gag comes next. I sit her up and stuff some panties in her mouth sealing them in with microfoam tape. I wind the tape around her head several times to make sure they don't come out.
I pull her breasts free from her bra and pinch and roll her nipples between my fingers. I lay her back down and grab more rope! I hogtie her wrists to her ankles and tell her she should be nice, I'd hate for her to upset me with her being so vulnerable and all. Once the hogtie rope is done, I tell her that I'm going to go order some food for us, and I already know what she wants since I was her waitress earlier. I leave her alone on the bed and she struggles on the bed, arching and flexing, trying to get out before I return.