The Sauna

The Sauna is here. Emma Snow strips her robe off and climbs the wooden steps, sweat already dripping between her tits. She doesn’t know they’re waiting—ropes coiled like snakes in the dark. The first one lunges, slams her face-first against the hot bench, wrists yanked behind her until the hemp bites flesh. She spits out a curse, gets a cock shoved between her lips for it. Gagging, choking, eyes watering as the head rams the back of her throat and still they push deeper. Another hand spreads her cheeks, spits on her asshole, then works in two slick fingers without asking. She bucks, but the rope tightens. The bench creaks under her knees. They take turns skull-fucking her until spit runs down her chin in strings. When she’s limp and drooling, the bigger one lines up and shoves straight into her ass—no warm-up, no mercy—just raw cock splitting her open while the second man holds her hair and laughs. Every thrust knocks a whimper out of her. They pound her ass in rhythm, balls slapping, the air thick with steam and the sound of skin on skin. When they finally pull out, cum leaks from the stretched hole and runs down her thigh. She’s left there, wrists still bound, mouth open, the sauna door slamming shut behind them.