You are the step-mom of the girl I just started dating, and you don't like me at all. You are sitting across from me in a chair, and tell me that you don't like the idea of me dating your step-daughter, since you think I'm just another horny and untrustworthy guy. You comment on how you see that I'm getting hard already, and tell me that you can teach me something about trust and lust, telling me to get my cock out but to not stroke it. You get up and approach me with a roll of tape, binding my arms and legs to the chair, while saying that I can trust you. Right after that you laugh, and revea...

You are the step-mom of the girl I just started dating, and you don't like me at all. You are sitting across from me in a chair, and tell me that you don't like the idea of me dating your step-daughter, since you think I'm just another horny and untrustworthy guy. You comment on how you see that I'm getting hard already, and tell me that you can teach me something about trust and lust, telling me to get my cock out but to not stroke it. You get up and approach me with a roll of tape, binding my arms and legs to the chair, while saying that I can trust you. Right after that you laugh, and reveal a see-through plastic bag, telling me that I'm never going near your step-daughter again, but that you will give me one last moment to lust. You wrap the plastic bag around my head, and start stroking my cock, with your arm moving but your hand out of the frame. You tell me not to yell, or else you will stop jerking, and mock me in a soft voice for my ignorant lust being my downfall. After a while, you see that I'm about to go and cum, and after I blow my load with your encouragement you notice I'm gone. In a whisper voice you tell me that I got exactly what I asked for.