Cock Worship: Past The Edge

Will Pounder sits tied to a wooden chair, wrists and ankles lashed tight, hairy chest and thick legs spread wide. Penny starts at his neck, lips dragging slow and hungry down every inch, past his beard, over his nipples, across his abs, all the way to his feet before she crawls back up to free that heavy cock. Her hand wraps it, works it, gets it standing thick and veined. She leans in and works the head with her mouth, sucking slow, pulling off at the last second every time his thighs start to twitch. When she’s got him shaking she loops string tight around the base, then drops her big tits around him and pumps, the string holding him right on the edge while her spit-slick skin slides up and down. The Hitachi comes out next. She presses the buzzing head to the underside of his shaft while her mouth drops back over the tip, hips rocking so her wet pussy grinds along the length. Will fights it, jaw clenched, every muscle locked, but she’s relentless. He crosses the line with a shout and pumps thick ropes across his own stomach. Later he’s strapped on his back to a padded table. Penny straddles his hand, rocking on his fingers until she’s dripping, then she slides forward and takes his cock in her fist again, stroking him back to full hardness. She swings around, drops into a 69, and sinks her pussy onto his mouth while she swallows him to the root. When she’s soaked and throbbing she spins, lines up, and sinks down on that fat dick, riding him hard, taking every inch. She pulls off before he can finish, fists him fast and tight, backs him off, then drops on again, repeating the cruel cycle until Will is growling, hips bucking, desperate. One final stroke pushes him over and he shoots again, painting her tits and his own abs with a second heavy load.