Mika Tan and Sebastian

Mika knows how to pick them. She brings Sebastian in knowing he'll screw up, and sure enough he does. She has him bound before he can beg twice, arms stretched, cock exposed. She doesn't touch him with her mouth. Instead she drags a suction sleeve from the drawer, fits it tight around his shaft and works the pump until his dick throbs and strains inside the tight grip. Sweat beads on his skin while she watches, calm and cold. When he's panting she swaps tools, slaps a crop across his chest, then uncoils rope around his balls, pulling them taut. The strap-on waits on the desk—thick, black, already lubed. She steps into the harness, lines the head against his hole, and drives in with one steady thrust. Sebastian's breath breaks. She grips his hips, fucks him deep, every stroke sharp and exact, her breath hot against his ear as she tells him the day has just begun.