Andy Ray and Princess Kali

Andy Ray was on the roof, smoking, broke and bored. Princess Kali spotted him, offered cash, and led him straight to her room. No warm-up. She stripped him down, cuffed his wrists, spread him over the bed, and started testing what he could take. The rope went tight across his chest first, then lower. When she pushed inside him, he tensed, swore, then moaned through it. She worked slow, deliberate, making every stroke count. Blonde hair brushed his skin each time she leaned in, voice low, commands sharp. He pushed back into the cuffs like he wanted more. Every thrust hit deeper. Sweat streaked down his back. She didn’t let up until his breathing turned ragged and his body gave in completely.