Handcuffs

Handcuffs. Miko had pulled out handcuffs, causing a silence to drop in the room.

A silence that Sari broke with a single word. “No.”

Miko just grinned, waving the handcuffs around.

Sari shook her head even harder. “No! Absolutely not Miko, we’re already naked!” And while she was saying that, Sari covered her now erect nipples and damp pussy, embarrassed about both her nudity and horniness.

Miko shrugged, not even bothering to cover up her own private parts. “Fine with me, but I guess that means that I go home without my clothes.”

Sari started glaring at her girlfriend. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re gonna go home naked anyway, and that you’re just dragging me with you.”

The Japanese girl sighed. “Fine. I promise you that I’ll get dressed as soon as possible, if you wear these cuffs. No detours, and I won’t get naked again until we get home. Deal?”

The Indian girl was silent for a moment. She knew that Miko was telling the truth, as she wouldn’t lie to her. Not with something like this at least. With ****, Sari gave in. “Alright. Deal.”

Miko grinned like the lunatic that she was. “Great! Now, hands behind your back, you’re under arrest!”

Sari did so, turning away from the window. Almost instantly her hands were cuffed by her girlfriend, preventing her from covering up. Being embarrassed, annoyed and slightly horny, she couldn’t help but leak that annoyance into her voice. “Can we please get your clothes now?”

Miko put her arm on Sari’s back, grabbing a fistful of her ass as she did. “Sure, if you insist.” And with that, she led a **** and bound Sari into the hallway.