Thinking About A Butch On A Chair, Their Hands Tied Behind Their Back And Their Legs Spread With Their

Thinking about a butch on a chair, their hands tied behind their back and their legs spread with their ankles tied to the chair legs. Stripped down to their boxers and sports bra, their cock sitting proudly between their thighs.

I'd just have to get on my knees, my eyes looking up at them oh-so-innocently as I take them into my mouth. I'd tease them for as long as I wanted, biting their thighs, rubbing higher and higher with my thumbs, stroking their cock and licking up the length. Every time their hips bucked, I'd stop and pull away, smirking at their desperation.

Eventually, I'd take them into my mouth again, gazing up at them and putting on a show. I'd make sure their legs were spread enough for me to subtly ease a vibrator between their legs, turning on the vibrations and watching their eyes roll back. They'd look so cute, struggling against the handcuffs around their hands, moans falling from their lips.

Soon, I'd be able to hear how wet they were even through the fabric of their boxers, an adorable wet spot slowly forming. Maybe I'd be kind and ride them for a while, my tits bouncing in front of their face as I grind down against their lap.

But eventually I'd be back on my knees, my nails scratching down their thighs as I hold the vibrator against them. I'd watch them fall apart, their legs shaking and desperately trying to close, but I'd keep them spread with my hands and overstimulate them through their boxers until they were breathless and whining.