Ready, Set, Cum

She gives the command and you jerk your hips forward, grinding your cock into her fist. It feels good, but it goes nowhere. That tape winds tight around you, wrist to ankle, shoulders pinned, every muscle locked. Your shaft is bare, skin pulled back, head flushed and slick. You push again. The wrap holds. It doesn’t give an inch. She just keeps working you, steady strokes, slow and cruel, while your body jerks inside its prison. You’re hard, leaking, desperate, and all you get in return is another deliberate pump that drags you closer without letting you finish. She watches. She keeps going. And she isn’t stopping at one.