Man On The Wire

She's suspended mid-air, harness biting into bare skin. He sees her twist and he likes it. Every squirm just pulls the leather tighter against her cunt. His hand slides in slow, tight strokes over his cock, keeping time with her breathing. She strains against the ropes, muscles jumping, nipples hard from the chill and from him watching. He steps close, wraps his fist around his shaft, and works it just inches from her face. She tries to lean in. He pulls back. Keeps her on edge, mouth open, thighs shaking. One pump, then two, then he stops. Lets her see the head swell, lets her hear the wet sound of skin on skin. She hangs there, flushed, dripping, begging with every breath, and he smiles like he could keep this up for hours.