Blackmail The Kinky Professor

She wraps her fingers around his already throbbing cock and keeps stroking. Slow. Mean. No mercy. She knows he wants to last, can feel him fighting it, but her grip is slick and her hand moves like it owns him. Every filthy word about the footage she has on him just makes his shaft twitch harder. He’s tied down, circumcised head flushed dark, straining against the ropes while she toys with him. She doesn’t let up. Keeps edging him right to the brink, then backing off, then pushing again. He tries to hold out but the humiliation hits like a drug. He blows fast, ropes of cum pulsing over her fist. Six minutes in and he’s already finished, spent and shaking. She smiles, keeps stroking anyway, dragging it out until he whimpers. Her own fingers slide between her legs while he lies there, bound and wrecked, and she gets herself off at her own pace. She always gets what she wants.