Backstage of The mansion

The hunter's mansion is all dark wood and old money. Veronika is barely through the door before she drops her skirt. She's young. Blonde. Czech. Built to be handled. She takes his cock in both hands, brings it to her lips and starts working it. Wet sounds. Slow spit. She keeps her eyes on his until she slides it to the back of her throat. When she gets on the couch her ass is already raised. He spits once, lines up, and pushes in. Tight at first. Then she opens. He fucks her ass deep, no mercy, no warm-up. She moans like she wants the neighbors to hear. Her fingers reach between her legs, rubbing hard while he pounds her. The room smells like leather and sweat. She comes fast—legs shaking, face pressed into the cushion, still taking every inch.