Dungeon of Pleasures

The chamber waits, half-lit, steel gleaming where it meets wet flesh. I straddle the rod bolted to the floor and sink until the cold crown splits me open. A slow push and my cunt swallows it whole. I stay there for a second, breathing, feeling the length inside me. Then I start moving, hips rolling in smooth, greedy strokes. Blonde hair falls across my face and the brunette strands stick to the sweat on my neck. Every slide makes my lips cling, dragging down, sucking back up. I grip the base tighter, riding harder, chasing the heat that spreads low in my belly. The metal warms to my body, then slips back to chill. I moan, unashamed, and the sound echoes off the walls. If you’re watching, step inside. I’m not stopping.