Right on the Edge

Ivy Ireland knows exactly how to keep a man on the brink. She has Christian Wilde strapped to a chair, naked, wrists and ankles secured. He hasn't been bound like this in a long time. Ivy wraps her hand around his cock and starts slow, then speeds up. He stiffens fast. Her mouth follows, sliding down, sucking hard, one hand working the base, the other cupping his balls. Christian's breath hitches. He nearly spills before she's even started. She stands, turns, and sinks onto him. Her pussy swallows every inch. Ivy rides, hips rolling, taking him deep, letting him feel how wet she is. He strains against the ropes. Another few strokes and he'd lose it. Ivy climbs off before that happens. Now he's on his back, still tied. Ivy straddles his face and leans down, taking his cock in her mouth again. The 69 leaves Christian desperate, tongue reaching for her pussy while she keeps control. She teases him with soft licks, light pressure, never enough. When she finally lowers onto his mouth, he feasts, moaning into her. He begs to come. Ivy lifts her hips just enough to answer with a simple no. She fucks him again, slow and deliberate, then sucks him while he stays tied. Every time he gets close she stops, leaving him shaking. Finally she lets him finish. Christian's orgasm rips through him, ropes of cum landing across his stomach and chest, his body jerking hard against the restraints.