Can't Get Enough

Nathan sits in the metal chair, wrists lashed to the bedposts, ankles cinched to the chair legs. A blindfold cuts off his sight. His cock strains against thin underwear. Blake Blossom circles him slow, then drops her mouth to his neck. She whispers what she’s going to do to him, low and filthy. Every word makes him twitch. She rubs the bulge with her palm, feels it jump, then presses her ass down and grinds until he’s throbbing under her. She slips to her knees, frees his cock, and drags her tongue across the head—just enough to make his hips jerk. Then she takes him deeper. Wet, noisy strokes. She feels him swell, feels his balls tighten, but she stops short. She stands, unties him, walks him to the bed. Once he’s on his back, wrists and ankles pulled tight to each post, she straddles his face. He sucks her nipples while two fingers slide inside her. She fists his cock at the same rhythm. When she’s dripping, she grips his balls and taint, sinks her throat all the way down until her nose touches skin. His eyes roll back. She stuffs her wet panties in his mouth, then climbs on. She rides hard, taking what she wants, coming twice before she slides off and strokes him past the point of no return. Nathan’s load hits his stomach, and she keeps pumping until the last shudder.