Sisters Predicament

My Story Time:

Oh my god, bestie, buckle up because this is gonna be spicy AF. So, there I was—iconic villain energy, right?—waiting in their boujee-ass apartment after their night out at the club. Destiny and Nitsia stumbled in, tipsy and giggling, totally not expecting me to be there. One quick whiff of chloroform (iykyk) and bam—both of them were out cold. No cap, watching them slump over was chef’s kiss.

I dragged them to the bed—Nitsia first, then Destiny—and tied them up tight with silk ropes. Wrists to the headboard, ankles spread wide, blindfolded and gagged with their own scarves. Low-key, they looked like a damn feast. I took my sweet time peeling off their strappy heels, and oof—their feet were perfect. Pedicures immaculate, toes painted cute AF, soles soft like they’d just gotten a spa day.

I started with Nitsia’s right foot, kissing from her heel up to her toes, then sucking on them one by one. She moaned behind her gag, squirming, and I was like, "You like that, huh?" Destiny was shook, hearing her sister lose it next to her. I switched between them, licking and nibbling, and the way their toes curled? Big yikes for them, because that just made me worse.

Then—plot twist—I slipped a vibrator between Destiny’s thighs while I worshipped Nitsia’s arches. The sounds they made? Unholy. Period. I left them there, panting, still tied up, and whispered, "Next time, leave the club together earlier." ✨ Main. Character. Energy.