BOUND EDGING HANDJOB TAKES PLACE AFTER MASQUERADE PARTY

In the heart of a sultry, dimly lit masquerade party, our tattooed, gothic beauty takes the stage, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. The thrill of the night is palpable as she weaves through the crowd, leaving a trail of captivated hearts in her wake. Her corset-clad figure, adorned with intricate, inky tattoos, is a feast for the eyes, but it's the raw, untamed energy she exudes that truly commands attention.

As the night unfolds, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious figure in the shadows. A pulsating game of cat and mouse ensues, their eyes locked, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the dark, seductive beat. The air is thick with anticipation as they disappear into the shadows, leaving the partygoers to whisper and speculate.

In the secluded chamber, the dance becomes more intimate, more intense. The gothic beauty is bound, her wrists secured with velvet ropes, her body now a canvas for her lover's touch. The handjob begins, slow and teasing, his hands exploring every inch of her, his fingers tracing the delicate curves of her tattoos. She squirms, her body begging for more, but he denies her, pushing her to the edge, edging her for her own pleasure.

Her eyes roll back, her breath hitching as she nears the summit. But just as she's about to explode, he stops, his fingers replacing his hand, driving her to the brink once more. The dance continues, a symphony of pleasure and denial, until finally, she's left panting, her body on the precipice of orgasm, yet denied its release.

His touch is featherlight, his fingers tracing her lips, her neck, her breasts. She's a wreck, her body trembling with need, her mind a whirlwind of desire and frustration. He leans in, his voice a low growl, "Are you ready?" She nods, her body aching for release. He smiles, his hand finally encircling her, his fingers dancing over her clit, driving her to the edge once more.

The moment of truth arrives. Her body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing over her, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless, her body spent. But the night isn't over yet. As she lies there, her body sated, she sees him, his hand dripping with precum, his eyes filled with desire. He leans in, his voice a low whisper, "Now, it's my turn." The party may have ended, but their night is just beginning.