Bound Boyfriend Teased by My Hand While Hanging

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She moves slow, deliberate, her hands on his hips. He's bound, helpless, eyes closed, his muscles tensed. You feel your pulse quicken, your breath catch. Your hand finds its way down, stroking in rhythm with hers.

Her fingers wrap around him, gentle, teasing. She holds him firm but doesn't move, just lets her hand rest there. You feel your hardness grow, your ache spreading. The room is still, silent, the only sound her gentle touch. His face is strained, his jaw clenched.

She looks down at him, her face over his shoulder. Her eyes flicker to the camera, a brief glance. You feel a jolt of heat, your need growing urgent. Your strokes get faster, your breath coming harder. She doesn't move, just keeps her hand wrapped around him. You can feel your edge getting closer, your release building. But she doesn't give you any more. She just holds him there, teasing him, teasing you.