The Premature Ejaculator

Mistress Chanel Preston storms in like a blonde queen of pain, her eyes locked on Micah Andrews. He's already naked, wrists cinched tight to a steel frame, breath coming fast. One crack of her crop across his ass and the room fills with that sharp sting. He flinches. She smiles. The other girls lean against the wall, watching, waiting for the moment they know is coming. She tips hot wax across his chest, slow drips that burn and harden. Micah jerks in his ropes, a soft whimper slipping out. Chanel laughs low, pushes two fingers between his cheeks and works lube in deep. When she slides the thick strap-on home, his whole body locks up. Two thrusts. Maybe three. He spills hard, untouched, splattering the floor while the girls erupt in cruel giggles. They've got a new name for him now: Two Pump Chump. Chanel leans in, lips brushing his ear. "Again," she whispers, already moving her hips. "Let's see if you can last past three this time."