Vanity Will Trap You

She shows up at a door with bars in an empty warehouse block, just an address on a slip of paper. Coat hits the floor before she crosses the threshold. Inside, Andreina De Luxe stands naked in front of Markus Dupree. She keeps her eyes down while he sizes her up. She already feels grateful for whatever he decides to teach her. He reaches for her wrists and fastens them above her head, rope tight enough that the cords cut lines into her skin. She breathes through the pull. He steps close, unbuckles his belt, and slides his cock past her lips. She takes it deep on the first try, throat working around him, spit trailing down her chin. He grips her hair and fucks her mouth in short, hard strokes that make her gag. She stays on her knees, arms stretched, tits bouncing every time he drives in. He holds her there until her eyes water, then pulls back only to push in again. The room stays dark except for a single bulb. She swallows what he gives her, throat open, body bound. Nothing else exists except his hand on her head and the steady push of his cock.