No Hoes Go to Waste

Mx. Ryder’s begging is loud. She wants cock and she wants it now. She drops to her knees, lips already open. That thick shaft fills her mouth in one shove and she sucks like she’ll die without it. Spit runs down her chin. The rhythm never slows. She gags, pulls off, then dives right back on like she’s starving. You pull out, slap the heavy head across her tongue, and she whimpers for more. Before she can speak you bend her over the bench and drive in from behind. Her pussy clamps tight, hot and slick. Every thrust knocks her forward. She pushes back, hungry for every inch. You reach for the thin wooden cane resting on the rack. The first strike lands across her ass with a sharp crack. Her whole body jolts. A second stripe burns beside it. You keep fucking her and the cane follows, hard and fast, striping pink flesh while her cunt pulses around you. Sweat drips off her. She’s trembling, eyes wide, mouth open but no words—just raw, greedy moans. You slow your hips, pull almost free, leave her empty and shaking. She tries to push back but you hold her hips still. The denial makes her curse and beg. You stand over her, cock slick and throbbing, and she stares at it like she’d sell her soul for another taste. One more slap of the cane and you slide home again, hard, filling her to the hilt, letting her earn the next inch with every desperate cry.