Jaded

She owns the room before the first word leaves her mouth. Allie Heart. One look at those heavy tits and Elana already feels smaller. Collar snaps shut around her throat, tight enough to make her swallow twice. Elana’s wrists pull tight behind her back, rope biting into skin. No slack. No mercy. Allie grabs a fistful of blonde hair and drags her closer. Elana’s tits heave, already on display, already betraying her. The blonde doesn’t even try to speak. Every time she breathes, the collar presses. Every time she breathes, Allie smiles. Elana sinks to her knees without being told. She knows better. Allie’s hand is there again, squeezing that throat just above the collar until the edges of her vision go soft. A low laugh slips out, dark and satisfied. The blonde stays locked in that perfect arch, back curved, chest pushed out, nipples tight. She can’t hide how wet she is. She doesn’t even bother trying. Allie runs a lazy finger between her legs, collects the evidence, wipes it across Elana’s parted lips. That’s all it takes. One slow lick and Elana’s gone. No escape. No mercy. Just Allie turning up the pressure until Elana breaks for real.