Roped up Femboy gets jerked off till he cums (No Nut November Edition)

The Video: A thousand nerve endings ignited across Ethan’s pink, quivering body as strong hands roped binding cords around his toned chest. The smooth twink’s breath hitched, his watery blue eyes darting nervously to the camera as it zoomed in on his bound state. Roped up for his now-famous No Nut November challenge, the young femboy squirmed beneath the skilled tugs of experienced fingers reveling at the sight of him squirming pitifully.

Ethan’s chest rose, muscles flexing as he fought against the constricting ropes, but to no avail. He was completely at the mercy of his captive audience, heart pounding with anticipation as he was led into an even tighter bind. The ropes coiled around his groin, securing him snugly as the camera panned up the length of his supine form. Ethan shivered, biting back a moan as his cock twitched beneath its pink silks.

The Video: Elaborate Naughty Article Ethan’s breathy whimpers filled the air, punctuated by sharp gasps each time a finger grazed too close to his aching length. His tip peaked out from its cocoon, rosy and glistening, begging for more traction. Ethan squirmed, straining against his bindings as deft hands slithered up the expanse of his thighs. His skin was like warm satin beneath those expert fingers, a blissful contrast to the chafing twine that held him fast.

Ethan’s legs parted at the touch, granting his tormentor full access to his dripping cock. The bound femboy arched back as the hands ensnared his shaft, tugging deliciously as they worked him into a frenzy. Ethan’s chest heaved, his nipples drawing tight as the stimulation mounted. That familiar heat built low in his belly, urging his hips to buck shamelessly.

The Video: More Detailed Ericasm Ethan shook and writhed, a wriggling mass of desperation, his bound body undulating in time with the frantic strokes of that skilled hand. The camera lingered on his spit-slick lips, parted so prettily around stifled moans of pleasure. Ethan’s thighs trembled, the pressure in his loins mounting to unbearable heights. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he let out a choked cry, his body bowing taut as a bowstring.

“Fuck!” he gasped, delirious from the teasing denial. “Please! I need…I need…” Ethan trailed off, his eyes slipping closed as the palm of his torturer’s hand ground rhythmically against his sensitive slit, smearing the pearly essence that dribbled from his flushed crown. Ethan was beyond thought, beyond speech, consumed entirely by the all-consuming need to cum.