The Modeling Agent

Alexa Lynn looks sweet and untouched. Don’t buy it. That pretty mouth is hungry for orders, and her body’s already plotting the best way to give in. Mark Davis figures it out fast when she takes his cock down her throat like she’s been waiting years to be used. Tonight she’s playing the wide-eyed girl who wants lingerie money. The agent says bondage pays better. She nods, he strips her, and the ropes start winding around her wrists, her waist, her thighs. Every knot pulls another secret out of her. Mark keeps the camera clicking while she twists and tests the ties, testing herself at the same time. Blindfold on, she stops pretending. She opens when he tells her to, swallows when he pushes deeper, comes when he decides. The photographer’s beard scrapes her inner thighs while he works her open, then fills her—slow at first, then hard enough that the wooden chair creaks under both of them. She takes every inch, ass flexing around him, the ropes holding her steady for whatever he wants next. No safe words tonight. Just the sound of her breathing getting ragged and Mark’s low voice telling her exactly how he’s going to use the rest of her body before the session’s over.