Amylee Goes Deep

Amylee takes cock like she means it. She opens wide, works it past her tongue, and keeps going until it hits the back of her throat. The stretch, the pressure, the way it slides deeper each time she relaxes—she lives for that feeling. Her black hair falls forward as wrists get pulled tight behind her back. Rope bites, knots press, and she tests the hold just enough to feel trapped. Every time she strains the binding tightens. When the first spurt hits she swallows without being asked, eyes fixed on what’s still in front of her.