Untie Megan

Her body froze, and for a brief moment a thought crossed her mind. Megan didn't know her hands were free. She was so close to orgasm, could she just finish herself off and then say her hands were free?

Her face flushed at the thought, as she realised what she was thinking. She couldn't possibly cum with this stranger, even if they had grown unexpectedly intimate.

"I'm free," she gasped, trying to catch her breath, the words escaping her mouth before she'd had time to register.

"Um... Great..." Megan replied, equally out of breath, and, was that a slight tint of disappointment in her voice?

Jasmin shook her head, trying to clear it, the movement causing their bodies to mash together slightly again, a familiar tingle running through Jasmin's loins. "Let me get you off," she muttered, "I mean free!" She correctly sharply.

To her credit, Megan said nothing, and with her hands now free, Jasmin slowly pried her body away from Megan's, feeling their combined juices running down her thighs as she tried to slowly twist her body around.

Each movement sent new sensations through Jasmin's body, but eventually she had turned herself around, now sitting in Megan's lap with a clear view of Megan's hands bound, now in front of her.

Trying not to move too much, she began to untie Megan's hands, feeling the other girls bare breasts digging into her back as she did.