Oh, I could imagine how he was feeling! I even groaned when she took her hand off his cock, left his erection bobbing and dribbling, left him moaning in frustration again.
“Sorry, Lieb! Were you enjoying that?” she laughed. “OK, I’ll make him come. I’m going to milk him dry! I’m going to squeeze every last drop of cum out of your poor balls, Kevin! Ready?”
She took his cock in hand again, waiting.
“Are you ready Kevin? Do you really want me to make you come now?” She gave his throbbing cock a gentle squeeze.
He gasped loudly.
“Oh Maggie! Oh please!”
“Please what, Kevin?” she squeezed again. He yelped in discomfort, frustration, desire.
“Ask me nicely and I’ll do whatever you want me to…” she purred, leaning over him with her full breasts.
Looking back, he should have asked her there and then to let him go, to untie him, let him get dressed and go home to his loving wife.
But he didn’t.
He couldn’t.