Snaps Out Of Her Trance

Trish takes a couple steps backwards, distancing herself from Stacy and namely her entrancing backside, that remained largely on show. She clamps her left hand down in front of the 2-toned red panel of her thong, attempting to cover up her wetness. Meanwhile, throwing her right arm up and across her ample 36D sized breasts and in particular her excessively hardened erect nipples, feebly covering up her humiliating sexual display.

Trish looks around the arena, visibly ashamed & embarrassed as the chants of “TRISH IS HORNY!!!” continue to cascade down upon the blushing blonde. As her eyes return back to her “victim” she snaps from her glazed over look, with a tiny scowl and removes her arms from covering her embarrassment. Trish strides over to Stacy, standing just behind her then she reaches out, instantly latching her fingers inside the back of Stacy’s bottoms.

“No getting these back and trying to put them back on this time!” Trish says at Stacy as she violently yanks the waist of Stacy’s bottoms, only getting them to her knees. The jerking of her bottoms has caused Stacy to flutter her eyes back open slightly, only to open wide as she feels another hard pull, as Trish yanks her bottoms down her legs and to her boots.

“Oh it looks like ‘Sleepy Stacy’ here finally woke up. Well I might have to make sure she doesn’t try to make a break for it.” Trish slides out of the ring and goes under the ring apron underneath where Stacy hangs from the ropes, coming back out with a small bag with a few items inside. Trish unzips the bag, searching a few seconds before finding what she seeked...a pair of handcuffs.

Stacy’s eyes shoot wide open in shock, but before she can try to move or say anything Trish latches one cuff on Stacy’s right hand & then grabs her left wrist and cuffs that hand to her right, Stacy’s now immobilized as she cant easily worm out with her hands stuck together.

Stacy’s shock turns to a look of being mortified, trapped in this compromising position and at the mercy of one her rivals, one that has stripped her to her underwear numerous times and she can’t do a thing about it. Meanwhile, Trish has slid back into the ring and into her familiar spot, behind the prone body of Stacy.

“Well, enough with these bottoms, they’re just in the way!” Trish lifts up the pants, in turn Stacy’s trapped feet, causing Stacy to instinctively start kicking her legs & feet, which creates a shocking effect that Trish spots easily. “Wow, Stace when did you stop working out enough to cause that kinda jiggle in your booty?” Trish laughs out loud as Stacy glances back and sees what Trish means, and turns back around with an embarrassed tear going down her cheek.

Trish gives one final forceful tug, removing the bottoms inside out, and freeing Stacy’s legs and feet from the confines.