Drink up little boy, and then let’s have another (smile).
My boyfriend hates it when I do this – feeding my little erotic fantasy at his expense. Tied up in a chair, wearing his tight white bikini briefs (which I put him into this morning) and then forced to drink plenty of water.
It’s the perfect combination and never fails to make him squirm and whimper in desperation. I sit opposite, watching intently while my fingers play under my own silk panties. “What’s the matter baby – are you going to wet your pants?”
After 15 minutes or so – he knows the gig is up. With one final groan, he leans forward a bit and loses all control. His little white briefs quickly turn yellow and his eyes plead with me to stop this humiliation.
I do not – but cum uncontrollably at the sight of him.
