Happy Birthday

Emily waits, wrists bound. She gives herself to Markus on his birthday and takes every inch he feeds her. She opens wide, lets him sink deep until her throat clenches and her eyes water. When he pulls back she gasps, strings of spit stretching from her lips to the head of his cock, and she leans right back in for more. He turns her, bends her over, and works his way between her cheeks. She groans as he presses in, tight ring stretching around him, each slow thrust driving her harder into the mattress. He sets a brutal rhythm and her moans break into sharp cries every time he bottoms out. He grips her hair, keeps her pinned, and fucks her ass until she can barely hold herself up. Sweat runs down her back. Markus drives in one last time, holds, and spills inside her, breath ragged against her neck.