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Chris is laying on the floor of Di’s bedroom, her arms and legs bound by handcuffs. The twins, Senna and Farrah, are sitting on top of her. The tomboy can feel their hands on her lower body, exploring her… “Hey! Stop touching my butt!” She growls, trying to struggle. Chris is far from weak, but two full body weights on top of her is hard to shift, so she’s unable to stop the twins each grabbing a handful of her ass. One of the twins is also rifling through her pockets, searching her shorts for… Senna chuckles as she grabs Chris’s phone, pulling it out.

“Geez, what is with you two girls and molesting any chick you get your hands on? Come on, leave poor Chrissie alone, she’s had a rough day.” As Becky clicks her fingers, the two girls stand up, giggling as Chris gasps for air. “So, anyway, how are you feeling, Chrissie?”

“How the heck do you think I feel?” The tomboy snaps back at Becky. She’s watching her friend get digested, after all...

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