Wild Bill and DragonLily

Dragonlily's back, and Wild Bill's already sunk—on his knees for a woman who knows exactly how to break him open. Cold steel bites first. She clamps his balls tight, yanks them low, and watches him twitch while his cock tries to get hard against the weight. He can't even groan right; a thick rod's stuffed down his throat, gagging him stupid, spit sliding down his chin as she works the shaft deeper. Every choke earns another inch. Bill's eyes water, his jaw aches, but the only thing on his mind is the swell of her tits just out of reach. She leans in. Lets him suck one stiff nipple like it's the last taste he'll ever get. Then the real game starts. She flips him, spreads him, and drives straight in—savage, relentless, hips snapping while her slick hand jerks him off in brutal rhythm. No mercy. Just heat, steel, and the sound of a man begging with a mouth too full to speak.