Restrained on the bed, limbs stretched taut in the shape of a cross, he lay vulnerable and exposed. Miss M, a vision in black fishnet tights and red lingerie , approached him with a predatory grace. She edged and polished his cock with her strong, adept hands, adding a twist of intensity by wrapping a pair of her silken knickers around him. He groaned under her touch, his body aching with need. She took her pleasure from him, riding him with an unhurried, rhythmic grace, her body undulating like a wave to satisfy her own desires. Before edging him until his screams echoed through the room as she administered post-orgasm , her strong legs pinning his down, the fishnet tights rough against his skin.