Tie And Tease

Will Powers hustles to spruce up his living room exactly like that saucy masseuse Karmen Karma demanded—furniture shoved aside, space cleared for whatever wicked fun she's got planned. She shows up, boots him off to strip down in the bedroom, and starts prepping her toys while he's gone. Will strolls back in, buck naked and expectant, only for Karmen to peel off every last stitch of her clothes, putting on a show that has his blood pumping. But hold up—she lays down the law: no touching from him. She's calling all the shots today, you lucky bastard. Karmen doesn't mess around. She snaps those shiny cuff links around Will's wrists and ankles, binding him tight to the table, then slips a blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. He blurts out he's never been tied up before, like a rookie spilling secrets. Big mistake—Karmen's grin turns devilish; she'll make him pay for that slip in the best way. Blind and helpless, Will's other senses go into overdrive, his cock throbbing like it's got a mind of its own. There it is, his thick, bulky shaft bobbing right in Karmen's face. She can't help herself—starts by teasing the tip with her fingers, dragging out the torture until he's squirming. Finally, she wraps her hand around it, strokes slow and firm, then slides her warm mouth over the head, sucking him deep while he groans. But Karmen's full of surprises. She climbs up, straddles his hips, and sinks down onto that massive cock, riding him hard on the table like she's breaking in a new stallion. He's playing the good boy, following her every command without a peep, so she rewards him—unties just enough to let him flip her onto the couch and pound into her from behind, her moans egging him on. Karmen's loving every inch of that huge dick stretching her pussy, gripping him tight as she bucks back. She demands it then: 'Cum all over my ass, now!' Will loses it, pulling out and exploding ropes of hot cum across her sweet, round cheeks—perfect bullseye every time. Treatment done, she smirks and tells him to count to 100 while she freshens up. He hits ten and it dawns on him—he's still trussed up like a gift. Did she forget, or is this her naughty little twist, leaving him tied and teasing for round two?