Glossy Resolve

Two women pin him down, their grip hard, unyielding. Black hair brushes his cheek as one leans in, voice low and cutting. He’s already naked from the waist down, cock stiff and circumcised, shiny with spit they put there. She laughs, takes the thick shaft in her gloved hand, squeezes until the head swells darker. The other mistress circles behind, snaps a leather strap around his wrists, tight, fast, jerking them to the small of his back. Big tits crowd his view when she steps close again, nipples hard through tight leather, brushing his face with every slow pass. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but she twists his balls, makes him gasp. “Confess,” she hisses. He can’t hold it. Words spill—how he jerks off every night thinking about them, how he steals glances, how he dreams of this exact moment. She rewards him with one slow stroke that makes his hips jerk, then stops, leaves him throbbing. His cock twitches in open air, need written on every strained muscle. The strap creaks as he pulls against it, helpless, owned, and still hard enough to beg.