Dax Star and Audrey Leigh

Audrey knows how to keep a man stuck between two pains. Dax's nuts are already purple, rope biting deep, swollen tight. He yanks his wrists to ease the pressure on his balls, but every tug drags the cord harder against his stretched sac. Hands get a break only when he drops back down, and then his balls burn fresh. Her body does the real work though. She stands over him in nothing but heels, blond hair loose, muscles flexing every time she shifts weight. Dax is hard the second she steps close. She laughs once, low, then sinks to her knees, takes him in her throat until her nose presses his stomach. No warm-up, no mercy. When she pulls off, spit trails from her lip to his cock. She turns, drops onto him, rides until her ass slaps his thighs, then stands again, making him watch what he can't touch. He stays rigid, leaking, desperate. She uses his mouth next, grinding until his jaw aches, before bending him over and taking his ass in long, steady strokes. Nothing he does speeds her up or slows her down. She fucks him because she wants to, and the rope keeps him exactly where she left him.