I Will Make a Beast of You

Alina Lopez makes Mickey Mod sit still while she moves. Her mouth takes him in, slow then faster, tongue working every inch. She keeps his hands tied, keeps control. His breath roughens, body tense, every nerve locked on her. When she climbs over him he sinks deep, and she rides hard, hips rolling, taking every thrust back from him. The ropes bite his wrists. She leans close, breath hot, hair brushing his chest. When the tension snaps he pulls loose, flips her, drives in until he spills. She takes all of it, back arched, legs tight around him, eyes locked on his face.