Sex Doll

Elsa looks like a prize Markus never plans to share. In his head she moves only for him, stands still when he wants, opens when he tells her. He fucks her mouth first, pushing deep until her throat gives. Then he flips her over, plants her on knees, and takes her from behind with hard, steady strokes. She stays face-down, hair a bright spill across the pillow, while he drives in again and again. Later he rolls her onto her back, pins her wrists, and keeps the same punishing rhythm. His grip says she is his toy and nothing else. She takes every thrust like the thing he needs her to be.