A Day In The Life Of Goddess Sophie And Jack Eden

Jack Eden lies strapped to a wooden board in the dark basement. Hooded, time gone, his mind loops on the fuck-ups that earned him this punishment. Every inch of Goddess Sophie’s body is burned into him. The few times she let him lap her cunt. The graze of her teeth along his locked dick. A boot slams the board. She’s here. That’s all he needs. She tells him his mouth is hers to ride and his cock is there to entertain her. Panties come off slow. She laughs at the hood keeping the view from him, then stuffs the damp lace between his teeth. The crop bites across his chest, his belly. She nudges the steel cage with her boot heel, reminding him how many weeks he’s worn it. The lock clicks open. She plants her ass on his face, grinds until he’s fighting for air, until every breath has to be begged for. The crop keeps snapping across his front while his tongue works her pussy and hole, eager, desperate. She strokes his cock to the edge, then slaps it down again. Every time he swells she beats it soft. He whines, begs, but she isn’t ready to let him spill. She spins, facing his feet, drops her cunt onto his mouth and nose, rocking until her slick coats his face. The vibrator hums to life. One sharp heel pins his tongue while she rides the toy, coming hard, one after another, thighs shaking. He’s leaking. He can’t stop it. She hears the plea in every broken sound he makes. She allows it, on her terms. He’ll swallow every drop she feeds him, and that’s all he’ll taste until she decides otherwise.