Behind you, Amy's frustration with the jammed knot grows. Losing patience she simply pulls at it harder and harder.
"Ahhh... Ahhh... No... S-stop it..."
You jerk your hips, trying to loosen Amy's grip on the rope. The thin material of your leotard does virtually nothing to protect your swollen labia and clitoris from it's pressure. You're sure that she doesn't know what effect her efforts to undo it are having, but that doesn't alter the fact that you're within seconds of climaxing in front of her.
"Amy - go into the kitchen. Find the big pair of scissors that Mom keeps in the drawer. P-please.. Go now.. GO..."
You're going to cum. You can't stop it. But not in front of Amy. Get her out of the room. Get her out...
Kneeling on the floor, your wrists tied behind you, on the edge of orgasm, your one wish is that your little sister doesn't witness what's about to happen to you.
"Amy.. G-go.. Get out.. Please get out..."
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