Locked

I feel my stomach tighten with a mixture of fear and motivation at Bia's dominant authority.

Her eyes shine with the promise of more naughty games, making me aware that she is in absolute control of the situation.

“Well… despite your rudeness, I promised you a little blowjob, didn’t I? I’m not a woman who doesn’t keep my promises.”

Bia grabs my caged penis, in a blowjob of **** emotion and without any pleasure, my small penis begins to overcome the cold of the ice that Bia had applied, but stops at the walls of the device.

I feel an intense mixture of frustration and excitement as I watch my beloved fulfill her promise, despite the uncomfortable circumstances.

The contact of her lips and tongue on my caged member causes contradictory sensations, a mixture of repressed desire and helplessness in the face of the restrictions imposed by the device.

"Oh, love... Please..." I murmur through a sigh, my words sounding like an anxious plea. Frustration mixes with excitement .

"I think I'm losing practice, yesterday I would have finished the work a long time ago...", Bia comments between laughs, provoking me even more with her light mockery.

Bia continues her blowjob without concessions, showing her dominance over me in an undeniable way, each movement of her lips and tongue only intensifies the erotic **** I am experiencing, increasing my urgency for release.

With a mischievous smile on her lips, Bia ends her provocations, savoring her authority over me. Keeping me in a state of frustration and repressed desire.

"Enough blowjobs for today..." Bia says in a seductive tone of voice, her eyes shining with mischief.

"Er... Bia... I... I... Sweetheart..." I try to stammer out some protest, but I'm already immersed in Bia's charms, my voice failing due to the intensity of my emotions.

She laughs softly, stroking my hair tenderly.

"That's how I like my little lady. Maybe next time I'll give you a little more freedom... But only if you obey me..." she suggests, her smile conveying promises of new experiences.

My eyes widen in surprise and a touch of apprehension at his words.

"Next time? Bia... You... You're not going to unlock me?" I ask, my voice shaking at the prospect of remaining trapped even after his provocations.

She smiles enigmatically, her eyes shining with mischief.

"Of course not, my dear. How do I know you'll remain obedient?" she replies, insisting on using feminine pronouns.

The night continues between sighs and caresses, with an atmosphere charged with erotic tension, while I try to understand the situation I find myself in.

Bia, in turn, continues to provoke me, keeping me entangled in her games of seduction.

Each gesture, each look, only intensifies my attraction and confusion in the face of the woman who completely dominates my desires and my submission.