Self Care

Kristen sits on the edge of her bed, frustrated again. Another guy. Another finish line that left her stranded. She can’t take the cycle anymore. When her friend mentions a pro dom, she decides she’s done playing nice. She books Markus Dupree. No script. Just rules and heat. He walks in like he owns the clock and the bed. She drops to her knees, hungry. He feeds her every inch. She takes him to the throat, eyes wet, lips stretched, bush pressed against her own fingers as she rubs. He doesn’t let her hide behind polite rhythm. He fucks her face until spit runs down her tits. When he finally pushes inside her, she arches like she’s been waiting years. He pins her wrists, drives deep, and stays there. The release is thick, hot, and kept. He leaves her full, sore, and finally quiet inside her own head. 2020. She asked for it. She paid for it. She got it.