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I fantasize about being spread on a padded floor, gagged with cloth of some type that makes moaning easy but speech impossible, wearing nothing else but a cock strap that keeps my cock skin taut when hard and circles my balls with a tight strap to keep them available and increase the ache of needing to cum by preventing them from shrinking up.

I'd also be strapped down at the wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, and hips... though the hips would have a little slack because she enjoys watching my hips squirm and fight.

She'd be very casually dressed, or maybe naked if she prefers, and would sit down cross-legged on the floor on my right, and start massaging my balls with her right hand.

"Oh, God," I panted. "I'm coming!"

I thrust hard and fast into Virginia, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt my cock harden and throb. A growl started deep in my chest. Then I felt Virginia wrap her legs around mine and then stiffen, almost pulling me out of her.

"Not yet," she said, as my growl of passion turned to a whimper of confusion. "Not yet, my love." She pressed the fingertips of one hand against my lips.

I wanted to drive into her, to pull her legs open and force my cock deep inside of her until my cum sprayed against the slick walls of her pussy. Something stopped me, though. Perhaps it was the gentle way she looked at me coupled with the strong grip of her legs around mine. Perhaps the soft smile on her lips told me that I should trust her. Whatever it was, I swallowed hard, panting, and nodded. Her legs released me a little bit at a time.