Malibu Barbie All Tied Up!

Brandi woke up naked except for some ridiculous pink nightmare Raquel must've forced on her—ruffles and glitter and bows that made her look like a discount cartoon. Her wrists were cinched behind her with her own silk scarves, ankles spread and locked to the bedposts. Raquel loomed above, camera clicking, already savoring how the flash painted every mortifying inch. "Delete those," Brandi snarled, voice hoarse. Raquel only smiled. "Give me what I want and maybe I'll think about it." She peeled off her own clothes with slow, deliberate cruelty, revealing sleek muscle and a cunt already slick. Brandi stared, fury twisting with something hotter and darker. She let Raquel climb on, let that wet heat grind against her mouth until they were both shaking. Tongues and teeth, fingers digging bruises into thighs. They switched, Brandi taking her turn pinning Raquel down, licking her open until Raquel cursed and came hard against her face. Each orgasm ripped something loose. By the time they were done, the pictures sat forgotten on the nightstand, the feud smoldering out in the salt and sweat between them.