Stepsiss Squirting Struggle
Title: The Squirting Struggle: A Brunette’s Bondage Battle
In the sun-drenched suburbs of Midwestern America, there exists a secret underground society of erotic enthusiasts, all bonded by their shared love of… kink. Deep within the web’s shadows lies theurple Den of Debauchery, where elite producer Steps wants to show off his dirty work. And today, he’s got two reluctant volunteers: kawaii coeds Carly and Jenna, high school seniors desperate for extra credit.
“So let me get this straight,” Carly squeaks, twiddling her thumbs. “If we come in 2nd place in a squirting contest… we’ll win 500 points each for our final?”
“Yep!” Steps grins, crushing out his smoke. “And trust me, with advanced technology and plenty of time to practice… the cream always rises to the top!”
“Top,” the girls echo dubiously. But still, $200 bucks is $200 bucks. They apply their best “slutty schoolgirl” makeup, trade their Navy sweatshirts for tight crop tops, and head inside…
The Den is dark and dingy, cheap black lights casting a lurid glow. A side stage holds a grungy mattress and two rickety metal chairs. In the crowd, the clientele is a seedy mix of frat guys, construction workers, and purple-painted pensioners. Smiling vixens in lacy negligees wind through the crowd, selling cigarettes and $2 beers.
“Are you sure about this, Jen?” Carly gulps, validly concerned. They’ve been inseparable since two decades ago, when Jenna accidentally pantsed Carly as a dare to join the acapella group. Now, she has a thing for naughty practical jokes and whipping Carly into a frenzy.
“It’s gonna be fine!” Jenna chuckles, squeezing her friend’s hand. “Anyway, you know you love when I make you flail and Squirt.”
Confronted with how many people are about to see them, the girls’ hands lock together like they’re in distress. But when Steps calls them on stage, they saunter out with fake confidence, beckoning the crew to follow them to their seat against a wall. Tonight, the focus is on the wild brunette babes.
“We’re gonna put you in bondage because y’all deserve it, y’hear?” Steps winks, motioning to the burly props crew. They secure ropes around Carly’s slim waist in a tight knot, pulling her legs back and locking her ankles. She yelps, feeling her skirt ride up, and realizes that under those tiny shorts she’s wearing. The bondage doesn’t stop there, as Steps tugs on a nipple clippy he slapped on her, and then he ties up knives making her do the splits.
The crew secures Jenna in the same position opposite Carly, forcing her to look stared into the wide eyes of terrified best friend. From the audience, deep male voices hoot and catcall, remarking on the girls’ mental and physical struggles.
“Damn, that little freckled homo is tight!”
