A Special Potion With Unusual Side Effects

She pulls the pantyhose up over his cock, seals him inside, then goes to work on the machine. Every cycle tugs and milks at the same time, slick with lube and her sweat. The tube fills, thick, hot spurts shooting into the bottle while his shaft strains against sheer nylon. He can’t move. She keeps him tied to the chair, blonde hair brushing his ear as she leans in. "Look at that," she says, voice sharp with laughter. Another ruined load pulses out and runs down the inside of the hose, heavy and useless. He tries to thrust but the gag keeps his protest quiet. She tightens the clamps, twists the dial higher, and the next stroke is pure torment. Cum leaks in weak, messy spurts that she watches without mercy. Every time he thinks it’s over she cranks another pass and the bottle fills further, her smirk widening each time he jerks and gasps through the ruined finish.