Hold him down and milk the cum from his cock

"Oh, fuck," he moans, lifting his hips and thrusting up into your tight box. Your smile turns predatory as you clench your pussy tighter, squeezing until he cries out. "Ow, ow! What are you doing?"

"Hold still or I'll pop your cockhead like a zit," you warn him. "This is my show, and you'll cum when, and if, I allow it. Understood?" He nods, a quick, jerky movement, and you relax your grip. "Good master. Now don't move."

You begin contracting your inner walls in a steady rhythm, squeezing from base to tip, over and over, like a giant, moist fist gripping and pulling on him again and again. His breathing quickens, sweat glistening on his brow as his body trembles, fighting to keep still when every primal, sexual instinct in him is urging him to thrust, to rut, to fuck. You quicken the pace, your pussy sucking his engorged flesh like a milking machine, and he digs his fingers into the cloak spread beneath him, gripping it until his knuckles turn white. His head thrashes from side to side, a long, **** moan rising from his throat. He's about to cum.