The Ultimate Tease, Lorelei Lee

Mistress Lorelei Lee gets Trent on his knees fast. Last scene he blew his load without asking, so this time the rules are simple and unforgiving. She makes him watch while she strips down to nothing but a thin pair of stockings. Her ass sways inches from his face as she moves, and every time he leans forward she steps back, leaving him hard, aching, and still denied. She pins his chest and face with clothespins, each bite a bright flash of pain. Then she drags her naked body over him, breasts brushing, hips grinding, turning the pleasure into a cruel back-and-forth he can’t control. Trent’s eyes water. Lorelei smiles. She lowers the winch until he’s face-down on her polished boots. He kisses and licks, tongue working between the leather and her toes through sheer nylon, showing how grateful he is to be under her. When she stands again she dangles her soaked panties right over his mouth and nose, close enough to smell, far enough to drive him mad. Every moan vibrates against the fabric as she straps on and fucks his ass hard, the sharp slap of skin mixing with the muffled cries under silk. Later she pins him spread-eagle to a mattress on the concrete floor. Her full weight lands on his chest as she steps on him, heel digging, then she squats and smothers him with her ass, grinding until he’s gasping for every breath. Trent’s cock strains uselessly in the air. Lorelei knows exactly how much these boys would beg to be inside her, but that isn’t on the table. She mounts him, rides him right to the edge, then lifts off the second he starts to pulse. The orgasm dies in the air. She leaves him bound, dripping, denied, and already plotting his next desperate mistake.