Handcuffs!

You’ve never had much experience with cuffs, even in the context of the bedroom, but this situation calls for you to literally learn on the job.

Taking the restraints in your possession, you turn to face Rose.

Already by the particular jingling of metal in one hand, the tattooed brunette had a certain look on her face.

It didn’t portray a hint of outward fear, but it was certainly a far cry from her previous stone cold confidence.

And you could work with that.

“Guess you know what happens now, huh?” you taunt her while making your approach as methodical and slow as possible to build tension.

“Yeah, that’s right. Lock me up because you’re too much of a pussy to fight me without a handicap,” she would growl up at you in a clearly baiting play to your ego.

“I know you’re a fucked up bitch who would do fucked up things to me, with or without handcuffs. At least with you in cuffs, well, I might just have a chance.”

“Good for you then, bitch,” she sneers at you sarcastically, spitting at your feet as you’re finally upon her.

Taking one of her hands, you start to **** it behind her back with your other hand going to gather the other one….

…. right as she twirls around, raking across your eyes in a **** move!

Grunting out, you’re knocked back as she delivers an additional mule kick to **** the separation.

Moving quickly to get up, she hits the ropes and rebounds towards you just as you start to clear your eyes.

Things finally come back in focus just in time for Rose’s outstretched torso to suddenly slam against your chest in a surprise flying crossbody.

Her forward momentum was more than enough to send you to the mat, but still holding on to the handcuffs.

And she knows that, too.

“Don’t play with things that don’t belong to you, pig!” she spat venomously, quickly crawling on top of you before you could roll away.

Your world went dark real fast as Rose executed a reverse facesit, smothering your features with her barely clothed pale ass!

Grinning from ear to ear, she would give a sadistic wriggle of her rear, before settling all 110 pounds of her body weight down on you.

Stunned still from the crossbody, you murmur muffled cries of misery and protest while underneath her.

Leaning back some, she would put both feet on either side of your head, reaching behind her to pull at your hand until your nose was pushing up between said cheeks.

“No, I should take those away from you before you hurt yourself,” she would mockingly coo down at you.

As she spoke, you could feel her fingers walking along your forearm.

Instinctively, you attempt to buck your hips and throw her off, but she forces her shapely asscheeks down on you, keeping the pressure on despite your efforts.

“Now hold still, little boy.”

As her fingertips touch the metal ring, you’re **** to make a snap decision: find a way to physically escape this potentially catastrophic scenario, or maybe get a little creative.