Where It Will Hurt

Giselle can't forget the way Ricky Johnson first broke her down. It was 2018. She still tastes the memory. The moment he wraps the rope around her wrists, she knows she's gone. He pulls the knot tight. She feels it cut into her skin and she wants more. He keeps her there, on her knees, mouth open, eyes locked on the thick length in front of her. Her blonde hair falls across her face as she takes him deep. He grips her head and controls every thrust. She gags, throat tight, spit running down her chin, and he doesn't let up. He uses her mouth until she can barely breathe. When he pulls out, she gasps, hungry for whatever comes next. Every command he gives, she follows. Every time he slaps his cock against her tongue, she begs for it. He keeps the power. She keeps giving in. Pain turns sharp and sweet. Pleasure twists behind it. She can't stop shaking. He knows exactly where it will hurt, and she waits for him to take her there.