His wrists twisted in the cuffs and pulled against the table legs as she looked up at him, relentles
His wrists twisted in the cuffs and pulled against the table legs as she looked up at him, relentless. He whimpered and took a breath and let out a slow groan. "What? Does that mean you’re going to cum?“ She said softly, looking up and speeding up her strokes. He grunted out again, mumbling a protest under his strained breath. "Oh no… you’re gonna cum! And you can’t fight it? You can’t stop it from happening? Oh my… that means…” she said with a evil grin, pumping his cock with a purpose “ .. that means, you’re going to cum in my mouth?!” He twisted in the restraints more, fighting to get his ankles to move so he could get his cock away from her mouth. "Oh no… you can’t. Don’t cum honey! Fight it!“ she laughed out, still moving her hand along his cock, pushing him closer. "Oh fuck, please stop!” he blurted out. “What… I want you to.” she giggled. “No… I don’t… want….” he gasped, obviously hitting his limits. “Don’t want what? To cum in your mother’s mouth?” she said firmly as his body tensed and his eyes closed. "Too late for that little boy.“ -- source link