Venture at something new

She kept Billy hostage with nothing but a look, dark hair spilling over bare shoulders, heavy tits swaying as she moved closer. Juelz told him exactly what she wanted, and he gave it without question—mouth open, tongue eager, cock already hard. She used him the way she pleased, taking his length down her throat in long, wet pulls until spit ran down her chin. He stayed right where she put him, breathless, until she climbed on and rode the same mouth she’d just fucked. Every order came sharp and low, and every one he followed, hips lifting when she told him to thrust, breath catching when she squeezed around him. What started as a game of control turned into something raw and close, bodies locked together, need building fast. By the end, the power had shifted more than once, and neither of them wanted to break the rhythm they’d found.