Jason Bays and Bobbi Starr

Bobbi finds the texts. Two weeks of I love yous sent to some other girl. She doesn’t scream. She grabs rope. Jason’s on his back, knees bent, and she loops the cord around his balls, cinches it tight. His skin goes red under the pressure. She leans over him, fists his cock once, hard, then lets it slap against his stomach. Sweat’s already on his chest. She opens a drawer, pulls the harness and the black dildo that matches her waist. He watches her slide the silicone cock through the ring, tighten the straps around her hips until the base sits flush against her clit. She climbs onto the bed, spreads his thighs wider, presses the blunt head against his hole. One push and the ring gives, muscle stretching around the head. Jason’s breath hitches. Bobbi keeps her eyes on his face while she works the length deeper, each inch making him grunt. When she bottoms out she stays there, hips flush, letting him feel the stretch. Then she starts to move. Slow at first, then harder, the slap of her body against his ass loud in the room. Every thrust rocks the harness against her, and she feels the heat building low in her belly. His balls are still tied, swollen, pulled away from his body. She reaches down, gives them a squeeze, watches his cock twitch untouched. He can’t look away. She rides him harder, sweat sliding down her spine, until the tension snaps and she comes with a low growl, grinding the base of the dildo against her clit, hips jerking, thighs shaking. Jason’s breathing ragged under her, eyes locked on the way her body shudders. She stays buried in him until the last pulse fades, then pulls out slow, leaving him open and aching. The rope’s still tight around his balls. She hasn’t decided if she’s finished yet.