Tender trampling

She slips into a black lace bra and matching thong. The heels click across the floor. He lies there watching her, cock already half-hard. She steps over him and plants the sharp point of one stiletto on his shaft, light at first. The pressure grows, steady, until he stiffens and swells against the sole. She leans in, blonde hair falling forward, takes him into her warm mouth, and sucks him slow while the heel stays exactly where it is. Every breath she exhales against his skin pulls him tighter. When he twitches, she presses down a fraction more, just enough to remind him who’s in control.