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Stripped to her thong panties, Molly Mae sits tautly-roped on a wooden chair, eyes darting anxiously around her above a microfoam tape-gag. Molly still nurses the faint hope that Chloe Amour will bring rescuers, but that's extinguished when her friend's shoved in next to her; also clad only in panties, Chloe's tape-gagged and her hands are tied behind her back. According to their sinister opponent their situation is starkly simple: You'll remain in bondage until you tell me where you've hidden the drive! After Chloe's also bound to a chair, she and Molly squirm side-by-side and murumur une...
Stripped to her thong panties, Molly Mae sits tautly-roped on a wooden chair, eyes darting anxiously around her above a microfoam tape-gag. Molly still nurses the faint hope that Chloe Amour will bring rescuers, but that's extinguished when her friend's shoved in next to her; also clad only in panties, Chloe's tape-gagged and her hands are tied behind her back. According to their sinister opponent their situation is starkly simple: You'll remain in bondage until you tell me where you've hidden the drive! After Chloe's also bound to a chair, she and Molly squirm side-by-side and murumur une...
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