Reese the Ram is tightly bound to a chair, her own scarf wrapped snugly around her mouth as a gag, muffling her soft, frustrated whimpers. She squirms in her elegant blue dress, her nylons clinging to her legs, while her glossy black heels dangle precariously, desperate to be kicked off. After a teasing struggle, she finally slips them off, stretching her delicate toes and soothing her aching arches with slow, satisfying rubs. Left alone, a trail of drool escaping past her gag, her body tingling with anticipation, she sits in her own heated arousal—helpless, vulnerable, and completely unaware ...

Reese the Ram is tightly bound to a chair, her own scarf wrapped snugly around her mouth as a gag, muffling her soft, frustrated whimpers. She squirms in her elegant blue dress, her nylons clinging to her legs, while her glossy black heels dangle precariously, desperate to be kicked off. After a teasing struggle, she finally slips them off, stretching her delicate toes and soothing her aching arches with slow, satisfying rubs. Left alone, a trail of drool escaping past her gag, her body tingling with anticipation, she sits in her own heated arousal—helpless, vulnerable, and completely unaware of what's coming next.