Trapped in a Tease Box

Elise can’t get enough of tormenting Tony. She straddles the clear box she’s locked over his head and grinds down until her wet cunt smears across the lid. Every slow circle leaves a fresh streak of her juice for Tony to stare at while his arms and legs stay pinned to the heavy bed. She slips two fingers between her thighs and works her clit in tight circles, never lifting the box, never giving him skin. He can hear her breathing speed up. He can see her folds glisten, but all he gets is the plastic between them. The tease is sharp, mean, deliberate, and she keeps at it until the whole top is streaked and fogged with her scent.