Edged and Bound

Sage Roux sits blindfolded, wrists lashed to the wooden chair. Katrina Colt drags her nails down his chest, then leans in and hisses something filthy right into his ear. She swings a leg over, plants herself on the ridge in his briefs, and rocks her hips slow and dirty. When she drops to her knees she palms the swollen length, squeezes until his cock jumps, then peels the fabric away. She works him with her mouth—wet, greedy, relentless—until his breath breaks and he’s pleading. She stops cold. Lets him throb in open air. Later he’s stretched out on the bench, straps biting his ankles and wrists. Katrina’s fist pumps him hard, thumb dragging across the head on every upstroke, pushing him right to the brink before she eases off again. She turns, sinks down in reverse, grinds the soaked lips of her cunt along his shaft, then notches him at her entrance and drops. Her hips snap fast, wet sounds filling the room, until Sage gasps “mercy” and she lifts off. She shoves her panties between his teeth, climbs back on, and rides him again—deeper, meaner—whispering every filthy promise while his cock stays iron-hard inside her. Another mercy call earns him a different torment: she plants her pussy on his mouth and jerks him without mercy, stroking until he’s trembling. When she can’t wait any longer she spins around, sinks onto him one last time, and fucks the load straight out of him, milking every pulse until his balls are empty and his body shakes.