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December 25, 2025
Barefoot, Bathing-Suited Beauties Bound in Bathroom by Ben!

Bound barefoot and breathless on the chilly, unforgiving stone of the shower floor, Sandra Silvers and ChrissyMarie shiver in their vibrant swimsuits. Sandra’s star-spangled red, white, and blue one-piece contrasts with Chrissy Marie’s tropical pink, fiery orange, and black maillot, their curves cinched tight by merciless ropework. Arms caught behind their backs, each coil of rough rope digs into their soft flesh, wrists lashed, ankles crossed, limbs in column ties that leave bite marks with every struggling shudder. Soles point and flex in futile expression towards the bathroom door, blocked by the broad shoulders of Ben, the brute in black boots who grabbed the bathing beauties before they could flee. Beneath the women, the tiles leach warmth, leaving goosebumps rising on their exposed thighs.

Sandra’s thoughts whisper in her mind …  "Gosh, the chill of these tiles… it seeps deep, just as the burn of these ropes. Every knot reminds me how helpless I am. Chrissy’s trembling beside me – is she scared too? Or... turned on? Why does my pussy throb when his grip encircles? Is it just my suit damp against my clit? Shameful. Perfect."

Chrissy Marie’s inner monologue echoes within her …  "This chest harness digs so hard I can barely breathe. Fuck, did he double-knot everything? Sandra’s silver hair’s plastered to her neck – she looks so vulnerable. If I could just arch my back enough to... No. No escape. Just the drip of the showerhead. Taunting us. How long until he comes back to use us?"

The glass door of the shower stall amplifies every gasp, every whimper with its reflection. Droplets bead on Sandra’s spandex clad bust beneath her bathing suit, while ChrissyMarie’s bound tits strain against wet fabric, nipples stiffening from cold, and dread of her own desires. Their shoulders press together – a sliver of shared warmth in the damp prison as toes grip air when they should be treading water.