Can You Handle It?

I kneel in front of you and untie your ankles slowly. You can feel my hands touching you softly and gently. I move your ass closer to the edge of the seat, spreading your legs and slooowwwly licking up your wet pussy, gently roll around your sensitive swollen clit, and you want to cum after the first lick, but I STOP.
You say NO.
You can’t see me because you’re blindfolded, but you know I have a huge smile on the face. You open your mouth, and I let you taste the wet drop on the tip of my penis. You get more excited. There’s nothing you can do about it.

You ask me to remove the cuffs; you beg me to remove the cuffs, you want to break them loose to no avail. I push you back in the chair, and you get upset teasing you more. I start to stroke my dick again, right in front of you. You know I am doing this, you can feel it, but can’t see. You try to move closer to put it my dick in your mouth, but I hold you back.
You’re panting and wanting to cum so badly.

I run my hand down your stomach down your little pussy…and gently massage your clit. You let out a scream of pleasure, but I don’t let you cum. You get louder and faster wanting me inside you. I start to stroke my dick, and it gets harder and harder thinking of you on your knees, tasting me.