Mila’s tight white dress clings to every curve as she types a quick message to her landlord about the stubborn washing machine. Long dark hair falls loose over her shoulders, gold heels flashing as she waits. He replies instantly and she’s already at the door, leading him through to the utility cupboard.

She bends deep into the open drum, the short dress riding high over her rounded ass and long tanned legs. While she rummages, silver tape wraps her ankles. She wriggles and twists, hips swaying, until she works herself free and turns to him with a smile. She tells him she wants this — to be bound however he likes, used however he likes.

Soon her body is wrapped in tight silver tape: a band across her full chest that lifts and squeezes her breasts, strips above and below her knees, more around her ankles and wrists. A bright red huge ball gag fills her mouth. She rolls and squirms on the rug, tape biting into her skin, breasts straining, ass and thighs on display while he watches every movement.

The gag comes out. On her knees, still bound at chest, thighs, ankles and wrists, she takes him into her mouth, lips stretched, eyes looking up.

He sits on the sofa and she straddles him, tape still locking her in place as she bounces, tits bouncing in their tight wrapping, ass slapping down.

Next she’s bent over the dining table, the same tape still hugging her body. He holds her hips and takes her from behind, her ass high, pussy on show.

Then she’s frog-taped on her back on the table — legs bent and taped, chest and arms bound, strips of tape keeping her mouth quiet. He fucks her hard until he fills her, cream leaking out around his cock.

Finally she’s hogtied extremely tight on the table: wrists to ankles, tape crushing her breasts and wrapping her thighs, mouth gagged, ass and dripping creampie pussy presented. She can barely move, every curve outlined and squeezed by the silver tape as the cum slowly runs down.