Breathplay and orgasm

Her breath hitched as he clamped the leather restraints around her ankles, securing her to the metal spreader bar. She stood naked, vulnerable, her pussy glistening with anticipation. His hands, rough and calloused, trailed up her thighs, leaving a fiery path. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, and leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. “Today, we play with your breath, your life force,” he growled. She shivered, her nipples hardening. He moved to the wall, retrieving a black silk scarf. He stood behind her, looping it around her neck, tugging it tight enough to make her gasp. He wound it, pulling it snug, feeling her pulse quicken under his fingers. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Breathe, slut. Breathe for me.”

He stepped back, his eyes roaming her bound, helpless body. He unzipped his pants, freeing his already hard cock. He stroked it, his gaze locked on her face, watching her struggle for breath, her cheeks flushing, her eyes watering. He moved closer, his cock throbbing in his hand. He spat on it, lubricating the shaft. He reached out, his other hand gripping her chin, tilting her head up. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips, pushing it in, feeling her mouth open, her tongue tentatively licking the sensitive skin. He thrust harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat. He pulled out, then thrust again, his breathplay intensifying, her face turning redder with each stroke. Her muffled moans vibrated around his cock, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He could feel her body trembling, her orgasm building. He increased the pace, his hips slapping against her face, his cock fucking her mouth ruthlessly. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. He roared, his cock pulsing, hot cum spilling down her throat. He held her there, choking on his cum, her body writhing in post-orgasmic bliss.