c**k-boy was engulfed, encased in compressive liquid fire. Immediately his Mistress began rocking, heaving forward with all the power of hips, riding her helpless victim like a stolen beast of burden. She leaned forward, bringing her weight to bear down on him as heavily as possible, and soon his taped face was buried between her dancing breasts. Swinging with the violence of her movements, these flopped and slapped him rhythmically on each taped cheek, an assault from heaven that Dennis could hardly credit. But of course more compelling by far was the simultaneous attack on his groin. That level of pleasure could drive a man insane.
The high, hard chair provided awesome elevation with zero give. His bonds held him solidly in place, and with both penetration and stability thus maximized,
