Tickled

She's got him pinned. Dart Tech is spread out on the sheets, arms stretched overhead, ankles roped to the bedframe, cock already hard and lying heavy against his stomach. Barbary Rose straddles his hips. Her big natural tits swing forward as she leans down, long black hair brushing his chest while her fingers dig into his ribs. Every time she hits a spot that makes him jerk, the ropes creak. She smiles, takes her time. One hand slides down, circles the head of his circumcised cock, thumb smearing the bead of wetness that leaks out. Then she darts back up, nails raking under his arms, relentless. His breath comes sharp, half laugh, half curse. She switches between torture and tease, fingertips dancing, palm stroking, never letting him settle. Sweat beads on his skin. Her breasts brush his face when she bends close, soft and warm, her dark nipples grazing his lips while her other hand keeps working his shaft in tight, slow pumps. Every few seconds she stops stroking and digs into his sides again, laughing low in her throat when he bucks against the ropes, nowhere to go. He strains. She plays. And the only thing moving freely in the room is her hand deciding what he gets next.