A Punishing Blowjob

We took turns on his cock like we’d been starving for it. My hand stayed knotted in his hair while Paris worked him hard with her mouth, slick, loud, relentless. Every time he tried to twist away the cuffs snapped him back into place. We didn’t ease up. We kept sucking, licking, swallowing around him until his breath broke into raw gasps and his thighs started shaking. He whined something that might’ve been a plea. We just grinned at each other and pushed him over anyway. The first spurt hit the back of my throat and I held him there, kept the pressure on while his whole body jerked, over-sensitive, desperate to get away. Paris took over before he could catch a breath, milking the rest out of him in thick, messy ropes that spilled down her chin and across his stomach. He thrashed, cuffs biting, but there was nowhere to go. We stayed on him until every last twitch was finished and he sagged, wrecked, still twitching from the aftershocks.