Miss Shine creamed and left behind

Cindy Shine kneels, already broken in, eyes down, mouth open for whatever he wants. He likes her like this—quiet, quick, ready to swallow. The gag comes next, thick and black, strapped tight behind her head. She makes a sound when he pulls it snug, but she doesn’t fight. He watches her throat work around the ball, lips stretched, drool already starting down her chin. He ties her wrists behind her back, rope biting into skin. She shifts on her knees, thighs flexing, muscles tight from holding still. When he tells her to open up she does, letting him slide his cock between her lips. He fucks her mouth in steady strokes, pushing deeper each time until she gags and her eyes water. The drool drips off her chin onto her chest. He doesn’t ease up. He holds the back of her head and keeps going, using her throat like it’s his to wreck. When he’s done he pulls out and paints her face, thick ropes across her lips and cheek. He leaves the gag in, leaves her wrists bound, leaves her kneeling on the floor with cum drying on her skin. She doesn’t move. She knows the rules. He walks away and the door clicks shut. She stays there, aching, used, and left exactly where he wants her.