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.