First Timer's Frustration

Gunnar Bishop sits bound to a wooden chair in his boxers, wrists lashed to the sides, body open for Gal Ritchie. She rubs his cock through the thin cotton, climbs on, grinds her ass along the length until the fabric’s soaked. Kneeling between his spread knees, she drags his boxers down and wraps her lips around him. Every time he edges close she eases off, leaving his shaft wet, twitching, aching. When she finally sinks onto him, her pussy grips tight and she fucks him in hard, steady rolls until the chair creaks. Cut to Gunnar naked on the bed, arms and legs pinned, cock standing straight up. Gal swallows him again, then climbs on and rides—forward, back, then twerking so fast his balls draw up. He grunts, floods halfway, clamps down, keeps the rest in. She doesn’t let him rest. Her fist, her mouth, her cunt work him back to the edge and past it until every drop is hers.