Dirty Talk

Tina Horn works her mouth like a weapon. She pulls the blonde down onto the bed, heels still on, stockings tight. Words hit first. Low, filthy, precise. The brunette listens, eyes half-closed, breath catching. Each sentence lands harder than the last. "You want it? Ask nicer." The cane rests on the sheets, black against white. Tina keeps talking. She tells her exactly what's coming, how long, how loud. The blonde's hips twitch. She spreads without being told. Tina smiles, picks up the cane, and never stops speaking. Every stroke lands clean. Every command slips deeper. The room fills with the sound of skin and words that leave nothing to guess.