Hot edging handjob with tied up balls and cock – TheMagicMuffin

In the realm of adult entertainment, there are few sensations more intense than that of a skilled hand job – especially when administered by a pair of deft, feminine fingers. But what happens when these mortal hands are imbued with otherworldly powers? What secrets lie within the velvety touch of… The Magic Muffin?

The scene opens with our protagonist, let’s call him deixou, tied spread-eagle to a plush armchair. His hands and feet are restrained by silken scarves, leaving him utterly at the mercy of whatever wicked fantasies his tease-denying tormentor has planned for him. As the camera pans out, we catch a glimpse of the room’s ornate decor – flickering candles, rich tapestries, and an imposing four-poster bed, all shrouded in the soft glow of the candlelight.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in walks… The Magic Muffin. Her hair is a wild tangle of fiery red curls, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She’s clad in a lacy black bra and matching thong, her creamy skin glowing in the candlelight. In her hands, she holds a shimmering bottle of oil, which she deposits beside armé’s bound body before grabbing a pair of silk bonds.

With a wicked grin, The Magic Muffin straddles armé’s face, grinding her barely-covered pussy against his lips. “You’re mine now, sweet armée,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seductive promise. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. But remember… no cumming. Not unless I say so.”

She produces the silk bonds, which she ties snugly around armé’s balls. He gasps at the pressure, his cock twitching with anticipation. The Magic Muffin notices, and chuckles darkly. “Mmm, you like that, do you? The way the silk presses against your sensitive sac? Good boy.”

Next, she grabs the bottle of oil, drizzling its slippery contents over armé’s rock-hard shaft. His eyes flutter shut at the sensation of the cool liquid against his scorching skin. Then, The Magic Muffin wraps her hands around his throbbing cock, her fingers slippery and slick with oil.

She begins to stroke him, her hands gliding up and down his shaft in long, smooth strokes. armies back arches, a groan escaping his parted lips. The Magic Muffin’s hands move faster, her grip tightening as she feels armies throbbing flesh growing hotter and harder in her grasp. Up and down, up and down, her fingers dance over his pulsing length, her thumbs teasing the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

armés hips buck upwards, desperate for more friction, more contact, more everything. But The Magic Muffin is in total control. She pulls away just before he reaches his limit, leaving him panting and aching with the need for release. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, remember?” she says, a wicked gleam in her eye. “I’m going to edge you until you’re begging for it.”

And so she does. The Magic Muffin brings armé to the very brink of orgasm over and over again, her hands pumping his slick cock, her fingers dancing along the ultra-sensitive nerve endings until he’s practically seeing stars. She grips his balls, tugging them downwards, her touch at once agonizing and exquisite. armies vision goes black as she strokes his prostate, her fingers probing and teasing until he thinks he might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.

Just as armé thinks he can take no more, The Magic Muffin stops. She climbs off him, admiring the red, straining skin of his cock, his testicles drawn up tight against his body. “I think you’ve earned a reward,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. “Cum for me, armée. Now.”

At her words, armies cock explodes, spurt after spurt of thick, creamy seed arching through the air to land on his chest and stomach. The Magic Muffin milks him dry, her hands working tirelessly to wring out every last drop until army is completely spent, his chest heaving with the force of his release.

But even as armies orgasm fades, The Magic Muffin is still not satisfied. She leans down, her tongue darting out to lap up the cooling splatters of cum from armies chest and abdomen. army shudders at the sensation, his cock twitching with oversensitive need.

“Mmm, delicious,” The Magic Muffin purrs, licking her lips. “But don’t worry, sweet armée. I’m not nearly done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

And with that, she starts in on his already straining flesh once more, her hands sliding over his skin in slow, teasing strokes…