Bryce makes his choice.

You bite your lips as Bryce grabs a hold of your thighs, squeezing them. "Hmm... these are definitely thick enough. Perfect." A quick spin, and a tight grip on your shoulders leave you back to Bryce, his dick dipping low, pressing through your thighs. "Keep those tight for me, if you wouldn't mind." Bryce pushed forward, and started slow. It was an odd feeling, feeling his member rubbing along you, but not inside you, so so close... you wondered how he felt. His breathing getting heavier definitely indicated he enjoyed it, but how did it feel? Your thighs were soft, and plush... it must feel nice, to just use them, like his personal fucktoy. And you could feel his chest, bare against your back, every thrust rubbing your bodies together. There wasn't even any attempt to give you pleasure, his hands were firmly on your shoulders, each thrust devoted entirely to his own orgasm. Of course, your body did not care in the slightest, and as Bryce stepped up his pace, your dick rises, slipping past the top of your panties, still held against your stomach. Well, on brand if nothing else.

Your hand slips down, and as you feel Bryce's dick continue thrusting, rubbing against the outside of your silk panties, and brushing your balls, you grip your dick, jerking yourself off. Utter bliss... completely interrupted when Bryce reaches his hands under your armpits, lifting them away from your dick, and forming over your head, keeping you trapped and still on the ground. "Trust me, you'll get to cum, but not a second before I let you. Now hold still, I'm almost finished." Not like you had a choice anymore, you were held firmly in place, and Bryce's cock was sliding along you as fast as ever. God, this was all the more arousing. Being manhandled to zero gain, arms out to the side, helpless to touch your needy little penis... yeeeeees.

"Fuck yeah!" With a guttural cry, and another few hard thrusts, cum spurted from between your legs. God you wish it could've been you too, but for now, Bryce painted part of the bench white, and you felt a bit of it get on your thighs, too. Bryce's arms come down to your waist, leaving your own arms free, and you turn slightly, giving him a peck on the lips, and pulling away, grabbing a towel to clean both the bench and yourself. Bryce takes the time to gather himself, and by the time you're done, he's eyeing you up again, still hungry for you. Good, because the feeling was absolutely mutual.