“I suppose now after an hour I’ve stroked and edged your slippery cock you’re starting to realize letting you do this rope harness on me was a trick. And now you’re sitting there with your hands tied, helpless, completely at my mercy. Will I let you cum? I haven’t decided yet, but as you can probably tell by now, the odds are certainly not in your favor.”
“You know I can’t trust you in my pussy with a month’s worth of cum in your balls, honey. But isn’t this almost like fucking my pussy? Doesn’t it feel good? We can stop if it doesn’t feel good to you, dear.”
The only thing she loved more than having her ass eaten, was making him edge relentlessly while doing it. She always kept it going until he was a leaky, whimpering, begging ball of lust and desperation.
And that was always a great time to make him eat her pussy. He could always cum at another time.
Carnavalesque 