/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

"Oi, Sara, are you sure about this?"

"You're asking me now? A bit too late to back out isn't it?" The blonde replies back with a grin as the two of you divert your eyes forward.

What you find is Natsuiro Matsuri - gagged and with her wrists and ankles tied to a chair. Her eyes a mixture of fear and confusion as tears pool in her sockets whilst she switches between leering at you and Sara. It's been no more than two minutes since she woke up, so her reaction is more than natural given her circumstances.

"Matsuri-chan, good morning..." Sara approaches her friend then pets her head; the brunette tries to dodge, but that doesn't quite work given her restraints. "Shh, I'm not going to hurt you."

Tears roll down her cheeks, but her breathing seems to stabilize. Her eyes lock onto you and she looks up and down, her cheeks blushing from what she sees; you're only in your underwear, after all, and Sara's earlier groping and teasing of your cock meant displaying a clear imprint of your erection on the fabric.

"Look, Matsuri-chan... I've tried everything but... you won't leave me alone." Sara cups her friend's cheek while her other hand begins to undo the knot in front of her top, untying it loose. "So I hope you get this message okay?"

She takes a step back then straightens up. Quickly, Sara removes her crop top and tosses it aside. The blush in Matsuri's face grows deeper as her confused eyes lock onto the large pair of half-exposed breasts in front of her. Teasingly, the blonde pushes them together with her her shoulders, making them nearly pop out of her bra with a smug expression.

Running her fingers down her flat stomach she traces her curves until her thumbs meet her shorts and with a one-two shake of her hips, she wastes no time in dropping them to the floor. Teasingly, her hands caress her own meaty thighs until she stands upright once again.

Looking to you, she winks before bending over using Matsuri's knees for support.