Erin is laying on the couch, his hands tied, legs spread wide with me sitting between them, in control of his thick, hard cock. I used a stop and start stroke, frustrating the hell out of him, his body shuddering and tensing, keeping him aroused but unable to cum. I switched to a continuous, slow stroke, enjoying his soft gasps and grunts as his face reddened and he struggled to get off. I was giving him just a little less then he wanted, making him work to get off, until he finally gasped, shuddered and shot his load on his thigh.