Blowjob In Suspension

She's hanging from the rig like some filthy ornament, wrists bound above her head, legs spread and ankles cuffed to the floor. He steps in, cock already hard. She opens wide and takes him. No warm-up, just straight to it. He thrusts his hips forward, trying to fuck her mouth, but the ropes keep him swinging out of rhythm. Every time he pushes deeper she pulls back, leaving him leaking, aching, desperate. She grins around him, spit running down her chin, and decides exactly how much of his cock she's willing to let her throat take. She keeps him right on the edge, over and over, until he’s groaning, shaking, begging without words. She owns every inch and every second.