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Anne and Rebecca stood at the foot of the bed, their gazes locked on Taylor’s bound form. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his toned body still glistening from the previous torment. The air was thick with anticipation, and the faint musk of sweat and arousal mingled in the room.

“You’ve been such a good boy for us,” Anne purred, running her fingers through her blond hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. Her voice was soft but laced with a teasing edge that made Taylor’s pulse quicken. “But I think it’s time we give you something special.”

Rebecca smirked, her long brown hair swaying as she stepped closer to Anne. Her fingers trailed lightly over Anne’s shoulder, and she leaned in to whisper something into her ear. Anne’s lips curved into a sly smile, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving Taylor’s.

Taylor’s breath hitched as he watched them, his body straining against the restraints. He could move little more than his head, and even that was limited by the ropes securing him to the bed. He felt utterly helpless—and he loved it.

Rebecca turned to face Anne fully, her hands sliding down to her waist. “Let’s give him a show he’ll never forget,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She reached up, gathering her long brown hair in one hand, and began to slowly brush it against Anne’s bare skin.

Anne shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as Rebecca’s hair teased her neck and shoulders. The sensation was delicate yet electric, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She tilted her head slightly, giving Rebecca better access, and let out a soft moan.

Taylor’s heart pounded as he watched, his cock twitching against the braided rope still wrapped around it. Every brush of Rebecca’s hair against Anne’s skin felt like it was happening to him, too, as if he could feel the soft strands caressing his own body. He squirmed, desperate to touch them but knowing he couldn’t.

Rebecca shifted her attention lower, letting her hair glide over Anne’s collarbone and down to her breasts. Anne gasped, her hands instinctively reaching up to cup herself, but Rebecca caught her wrists gently and pinned them to her sides.

“Let me take care of you,” Rebecca murmured, her voice dripping with promise. She continued to trail her hair over Anne’s body, the soft strands brushing against her nipples, making them harden instantly. Anne’s breath quickened, and she bit her lip to stifle another moan.

Taylor’s arousal was unbearable, his hips bucking involuntarily against the restraints. He could see every detail—the way Anne’s chest rose and fell, the way Rebecca’s hair shimmered in the dim light—and it was driving him wild.

Rebecca dropped to her knees, her hair still flowing like silk as she leaned in to kiss Anne’s stomach. Her lips brushed against Anne’s skin softly before she pulled back, letting her hair do the work instead. She gathered the long strands in her hands and brushed them over Anne’s hips and thighs, the sensation making Anne tremble.

“God, Rebecca,” Anne breathed, her voice shaky with desire. She reached down to tangle her fingers in Rebecca’s hair, guiding her movements as Rebecca continued to tease her with both her lips and her locks.

Taylor’s cock throbbed, and beads of precum leaked from the tip. The sight of them together—Anne’s blond hair tangled with Rebecca’s brown, their bodies pressed close—was intoxicating. He wanted to be part of it, to feel their hair against his skin, but all he could do was watch and crave.

Rebecca’s lips found Anne’s inner thigh, and she kissed her way upward, her hair trailing behind her. When she reached Anne’s core, she paused, looking up at Anne with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Do you want me to use my hair here too?” Rebecca asked, her voice teasing yet intimate.

Anne nodded eagerly, her hands clutching Rebecca’s shoulders for support. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

Rebecca smirked and leaned in, letting her hair brush against Anne’s most sensitive spot. The soft strands teased her folds, the sensation unlike anything Anne had ever felt before. She moaned loudly, her legs shaking as Rebecca continued to explore her with her hair.

Taylor’s muscles tensed, and he let out a strangled groan. The sounds of Anne’s pleasure were driving him insane, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. But he knew they wouldn’t let him cum—not yet.

Rebecca moved her hair in slow, deliberate strokes, each one making Anne’s breath hitch. Anne’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, but Rebecca held her steady, controlling the pace.

Suddenly, Rebecca pulled away, leaving Anne gasping for more. She stood up, her hair cascading down her back, and turned to look at Taylor.

“You’ve been so patient,” Rebecca said, her voice laced with mock sweetness. She stepped closer to the bed, her hips swaying with every step. “But patience only goes so far, doesn’t it?”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Taylor’s thighs, and leaned down so that her hair brushed against his chest. The sensation made him shiver, and he let out a soft moan.

Anne joined her on the bed, positioning herself behind Rebecca. She ran her fingers through Rebecca’s hair, spreading it out so that it covered Taylor’s torso. The soft strands tickled his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

“Tell us how it feels,” Anne urged, her voice low and seductive. She leaned down to kiss Taylor’s neck, her lips warm against his skin.

“It feels… incredible,” Taylor managed to say, his voice hoarse with desire. His cock strained against the braided rope, desperate for release, but Anne and Rebecca showed no signs of letting him cum.

Rebecca shifted her weight slightly, letting her hair trail lower until it brushed against Taylor’s cock. He gasped, his entire body trembling under the delicate touch.

“Do you like that?” Rebecca teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She moved her hips slightly, letting her hair tease him even more.

Taylor groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love it.”

Anne chuckled softly, her lips grazing his ear. “Good,” she murmured. “Because we’re just getting started.”

Rebecca leaned down, letting her hair fall over Taylor’s cock completely. The soft strands wrapped around him, teasing and tantalizing him with every movement. She rocked her hips slightly, letting her hair stimulate him in ways he never thought possible.

Taylor’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. But just as he was about to cum, Rebecca stopped, pulling her hair away and leaving him desperate and aching.

“Not yet,” Rebecca said, her voice firm yet playful.

Anne kissed his neck again, her hands trailing down his chest. “You’ll have to wait a little longer,” she whispered. “But trust me… it’ll be worth it.”

Taylor groaned in frustration, his body trembling with need. He wanted to beg, to plead for release, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. All he could do was surrender to their control and wait for what came next

Anne and Rebecca exchanged a glance, their lips curling into identical, wicked smiles. The air between them crackled with unspoken understanding—Taylor wasn’t getting relief anytime soon.

Rebecca leaned down, her long, chestnut hair cascading over Taylor’s chest like a silken waterfall. The strands brushed against his skin, light as spider silk, and he shuddered, his muscles tensing beneath the bonds. God, her hair was everywhere—soft, teasing, maddening. Anne followed suit, draping her golden locks over his thighs, the contrast of their colors only heightening the visual feast.

“You look so pretty like this,” Anne murmured, dragging a single blond strand in slow circles over his hipbone. “All tied up and desperate for us.”

Rebecca’s hair slithered lower, the ends just barely grazing the base of his cock. Taylor jerked against the restraints, a choked sound escaping his throat. “Fuck—please—”

“Please what?” Rebecca teased, lifting her hair just enough to let the cool air ghost over his damp skin before lowering it again, this time letting the strands coil around his length like a living thing.

Anne’s breath was hot against his ear. “You want to cum, don’t you?” Her fingers joined the torment, tracing idle patterns over his abdomen while her hair feathered along his inner thighs. “But we’re not done playing yet.”

Their hair moved in tandem now—Rebecca’s twisting around his shaft in slow, sinuous strokes while Anne’s teased the sensitive skin beneath his balls. The sensation was unbearable, too much and not enough, every nerve in his body alight with frustrated pleasure. Taylor’s hips bucked involuntarily, but the bonds held firm, leaving him utterly at their mercy.

Rebecca shifted, her hair tightening just slightly, the silken pressure maddeningly light. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” she purred, her lips brushing his collarbone. “I can feel how hard you are.”

Anne’s laughter was a soft, breathy thing against his neck. “Let’s see how long he can last.”

Their hair wove together, a living web of sensation—blond and brown strands intertwining as they mapped every inch of his body. Rebecca’s locks trailed up his chest, flicking over his nipples until they pebbled under the attention, while Anne’s hair dipped lower, teasing the crease of his thighs.

Taylor’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing under the relentless, featherlight touches. “I can’t—I can’t take it—”

“Oh, you can,” Rebecca whispered, her lips finding his in a searing kiss as her hair pulsed around him, tightening and loosening in a rhythm designed to drive him insane.

Anne’s fingers joined the fray, her nails scraping lightly down his sides before her hair replaced them, the strands whispering over his skin like a lover’s caress. “You’re ours right now,” she murmured. “And we decide when you get to finish.”

The dual sensations were unbearable—Rebecca’s hair working his cock with agonizing slowness, Anne’s tracing maddening patterns over his hips, his stomach, his chest. Every inch of him was alive with need, his body strung tight as a bowstring.

Taylor’s head thrashed against the pillows, his voice breaking. “Please—just let me—”

Rebecca’s teeth grazed his earlobe. “Not yet.”

Anne’s hair slid lower, joining Rebecca’s in a tangled embrace around his shaft, the combined friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. His entire body trembled, teetering on the edge, but they pulled back at the last second, leaving him gasping.

“You’re doing so good,” Anne cooed, her breath hot against his jaw.

Rebecca’s lips curved against his shoulder. “But we’re not done with you yet.”

Their hair moved again, this time spreading out like a living net, covering him completely—soft strands brushing over every sensitive spot, tracing his ribs, his hips, the hollows of his knees. Taylor writhed beneath them, his cock aching, his skin on fire.

Anne’s voice was a whisper in the dark. “Beg for it.”

Taylor’s resolve shattered. “Please—let me cum, I need it—”

Rebecca’s laugh was low, dark. “Again.”

His hips jerked uselessly. “Fuck, please—I’ll do anything, just let me—”

Anne’s hair tightened around him, her lips brushing his ear. “Good boy.”

And then—finally—their hands joined their hair, Rebecca’s fingers twisting into his hair as Anne’s nails dug into his hips, their mouths claiming his skin as their silken strands pulled him over the edge—