The Perfect Match

Blake takes charge the second she steps close. Sage sits bound to the chair, ankles strapped to the legs, wrists locked behind the backrest. She drags the crop down his chest, pauses, then cracks it across his thigh. A quick zap from the wand follows and his body jerks hard. She leans in, breath hot on his ear, and slides the crop up the inside of his leg until the tip presses against his cock straining under thin cotton briefs. One clean slice of scissors and the fabric falls away. Blake wraps her fingers around him, strokes slow, then stops when his hips buck. Every time he gets close she backs off, leaving him throbbing and cursing under his breath. Next she gets him on the bed, wrists and ankles spread and anchored to the corners. The black strap-on juts from her hips. She climbs between his open thighs, presses the head against his hole, and pushes inside in one steady thrust. Sage gasps, back arching. Blake fucks him in short, deliberate strokes while her slick hand works his cock in time. When his breathing stutters she lets go and leans down to wrap her heavy tits around his shaft instead, sliding up and down until he’s whimpering. She stops again, leaving him right on the edge, shaking. She frees him just enough to flip him onto his back, then pins his wrists above his head with one hand. She lowers her soaked cunt onto his mouth first, grinding until his tongue finds her clit. When she’s dripping she shifts down, takes him inside, and rides. Reverse, facing away, her ass bouncing, then she spins and plants her palms on his chest for regular cowgirl, tits swinging, hair wild. Her moans get louder, breath ragged, and she comes hard, clenching around him. Blake catches her breath, climbs off, and wraps both hands around his cock. She strokes fast, thumb sweeping the head each time, until his whole body locks up and he shoots thick ropes across his stomach. She keeps stroking until the last twitch fades, then finally lets him rest.