Cum Hell or High Water

I wrap Tony Orlando's arms tight to the dental chair, and my pulse jumps with every turn. I fix his head next, stretching clear plastic over his hair and locking it to the headrest so he can't move an inch. He gets hard right then—thick, circumcised cock standing up while he realizes he's mine. I clamp his balls with steel that bites deep, and each squeeze draws a grunt that feeds me. The power surges back and forth between us until the tension is a live wire. When I finally peel the plastic and straps away, I grab his face and kiss him hard while he fists that cock and shoots—thick ropes splattering across his stomach and the chair. He needed it, and I needed to watch.