Vespera leaned in, biting Trevor's lower lip hard enough to sting before soothing it with her tongue. Her violet eyes glowed with wicked amusement as she stayed fully seated on his throbbing cock, clenching rhythmically around him without moving her hips.
"You're dangerous," she whispered again, voice like velvet ice. "But I'm not satisfied yet… Let's see how long you can last before you beg me to let you fill me."
She began moving once more — agonizingly slow, shallow rolls of her hips that barely lifted her off his cock before sinking back down. The motion kept him buried deep but gave almost no friction, just constant, teasing pressure. Her tight, cool walls squeezed and released around his thick shaft in a deliberate rhythm designed to drive him insane.
Trevor groaned, muscles straining against the silk restraints holding his arms above his head. His cock pulsed angrily inside her, leaking precum deep into her pussy, but she refused to give him more.
