Harley and Keira: Trussed In a StoreRoom, Stifled By Their Own Knickers, Two Busty Special Agents Struggled Alone (Part 8)

The delightful and busty Harley Keira are BACK, and it s been three years since last we bound them oh so hard And what s more, her they are being hugely inconvenienced and ultimately restricted by pure silver tape monstrousness. This thoroughly appetising duo of should know just how awesome they are when massively gagged up and packaged in chairs. Judge for yourselves the incredible results produced by these legendary Borderland Damsels. Statuesque lovelies Harley Page and Kiera, with their juicy tits and hourglass forms, fit very nicely into clinging dresses and tall heels. They make great special agents on the case of some stolen office equipment. The tough talking pair have tracked their mark to an out of the way town house in Port Cornucopia, but they reckoned not on the bad guy lying in wait to take them out. Marched downstairs, hands up, the pair are promptly herded into a dingy storeroom. Having taken the ladies by surprise, but unable at this stage to cow them, he wastes little time in instructing both to remove their black lace knickers - to, in fact, slip them off - and to then stuff these hot worn panties into their mouths. The trash talking babes don t like it, but have little choice but to acquiesce, all while being felt up and perved over by this clearly disturbed chappie Both gag-mumbling hotties are then trussed up in metal-frame chairs, in this tony storeroom, their mouths gagged one by one with giant great walls of tape wrap-applied extremely strongly. Enough to whip their heads from side to side. The girls wince at the discomfort of it all. Which is pretty huge, we have to say. You may recall that these two always did take it hard. Now they take it harder still... While he stalks off out of the room, having naturally molested their heaving tits and felt up their legs and shiz, now looking to destroy as much evidence against him as he can, the girls, so heavily bound, so heavily gagged, try urgently to shuffle free of their metal chairs. They are, of course, stuck in fast, and their gaping, panty-wedged and totally encased mouths are already beginning to show alarming signs of distress. Why did he have to wrap them up quite so brutally? Why did he have to turkey tape them so painfully tightly? Well, because he loathes meddling cop-types, and he wants these sultry, gag fuming and well-stashed bitches to know that. Left alone in this cluttered environ the hot, enraged agents have a series of completely, blissfully, unintelligible conversations, bouncing as much as their restrictive chair bonds will allow, they ve also now had their crossed and bound ankles lashed to a leg of each seat their bulging racks encircled with tight tape are on prominent, jiggling display as they strain and twist around a much as their packaged predicament will allow. So damned exciting watching these sterling heroines go at it like only they can