She had me. She had me bound, gagged, blindfolded, naked, and secured to the bed. She was administering to me the most exquisite handjob.
"C'mon, Baby. Let's see it," she said as she stroked me. "Let's see it. Hot cum. Hot white cum jetting out your prick. C'mon, Baby. Let's see it. I want it. You know I want it. Let's see it. Let me see you spurt. Hot cum running down your prick, running down my hand. C'mon, Baby, I'll lick you clean. C'mon."
It was a game, of course. To see how long I could hold out. I got better at holding out. She got better at making me cum.
After a minute of dry stroking, she changed tactics.
"Oh, Baby. Is Mommy being too hard on you? Oh, Baby. Let me make you feel better."
She lubed my dick.
"A little oil? Gently, gently. That's better. Oh, I love your prick. You feel so good. I want you. So hot. I love it when you cum. I love it. I love it when you shudder and shake a spew hot cum. C'mon Baby, do it. Do it for me. Hot jets. C'mon."
Slowly she stroked me. Fucking was against the rules. Sucking was against the rules. I had to be had with her handjob. Whatever else she did, talking dirty, watching her do herself, watching porn, tying me to the bed, was legit. My job was to hold out.
"Oh, Baby, you're getting so red in the face. Your head's so swollen. It looks like you're gonna burst. Don't lose your head. Calm down. A soothing bath, would that cool you off? Would that calm you down?"