"Ahhh—! Fuck—" Oliver gritted his teeth, his arms straining against the bindings.
Isolde bit her lip, shuddering as she took him all the way to the base. "Mmmhhh~ gods… you feel so good…"
She didn't move right away. She just sat there, grinding her hips in slow circles, milking him without giving him enough friction to cum.
"You're torturing me…" Oliver groaned, his forehead beaded with sweat.
"That's the point," she teased, finally starting to ride him properly.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, wet and rhythmic.
Oliver's breathing turned ragged, his hips thrusting up instinctively.
"Please—!" he begged.
"Not yet…" She grinned down at him, riding faster now, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
"Isolde—!!"
"Now," she finally commanded, slamming down on him one last time.
Oliver let out a strangled groan as he came hard, filling her with hot spurts that made her gasp in turn.
