Jon and DragonLily

DragonLily's had enough. Every damn package shows up late and this smug delivery guy thinks flashing his grin will fix it. Not today. She yanks him inside, rips off his uniform, lashes his wrists and ankles tight. He hits the floor and she drops that thick ass straight onto his face, smothering every protest. Breath? Questionable. His cock? Already stiffening against the ropes. She slides forward, makes him kiss and lick every curve of her ass while the bondage keeps him helpless. Sweat, spit, and muffled grunts fill the room. When she switches to clamps and crops, the pain drops him hard. Worship? That he can do. The moment her weight settles again, his tongue goes back to work like it's the only thing keeping him alive. DragonLily owns every twitch, every desperate gasp, every inch of his surrender.