“I'm so sick of you!” Lizz exclaims as she pushes me down on the leather couch. “Open your fucking mouth.”

She fills my mouth with a teal ballgag and fastens it behind my head and under my chin. She tosses me around and smacks my ass a couple of times before grabbing more rope to restrain me further.

“You don't have to do this.” I mutter, barely intelligible through the gag.

“I do have to do this.” Lizz states matter of factly.

Rope is wrapped around my legs as Lizz explains why I'm here.

“You think you're so bad ass with your butt flexing, and y... Show more