Sex slave

She lives for it. The surrender. The moment a hand closes around the back of her neck and pushes her down. Blonde hair spills over bare shoulders as she sinks to her knees. Lingerie clings to her like a promise—delicate straps, sheer panels that do nothing to hide what she wants. She parts her lips and takes him in, eyes fluttering as her throat stretches around thick cock. Every inch disappears until her nose brushes skin, spit glistening on her chin. He fists her hair and drags her back and forth, using her mouth like the toy she begged to become. The harder he pulls, the louder she moans, the sound vibrating straight up his shaft. When he finally pulls out, her tongue hangs out, desperate for the hot spill that lands across her face. She blinks through the mess, lips swollen, mascara streaked, and smiles like she’s been given a gift.