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Nathan O’Reilly was treated to one of my prolonged, slow motion hand jobs. Tied to a chair, he was at my mercy, as I tenderly stroked his long, hard cock. He thrust his hips in rhythm to my stroking, softly moaning and whimpering, writhing in his restraints. He sweetly asked “please stroke harder” but I denied him, making him squirm in his seat. I slowly inched him to orgasm until he popped his load into the air, shuddering and shivering as he recovered.
Nathan O’Reilly was treated to one of my prolonged, slow motion hand jobs. Tied to a chair, he was at my mercy, as I tenderly stroked his long, hard cock. He thrust his hips in rhythm to my stroking, softly moaning and whimpering, writhing in his restraints. He sweetly asked “please stroke harder” but I denied him, making him squirm in his seat. I slowly inched him to orgasm until he popped his load into the air, shuddering and shivering as he recovered.
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