Kinky JOI: Blackmailed

You showed up to Mimosa’s hotel room on time. That means nothing now. Your real trouble starts here. She has every name you tried to hide: boss, coworkers, your own family. One tap and they all see the dick pic you sent like an idiot. She tells you exactly what would happen if they opened their inbox. You’d be gone. Broke. Finished. So she lays out the only way out: drop your pants and follow every order. Spit on your hand. Get it slick. Start stroking. She takes off her top, lets her heavy tits fall free. She shows you the pace with a thick dildo, sliding it between those painted lips, letting strings of spit drip down the shaft, then rubbing it in with both hands. You copy the motion while you look her dead in the eye and say the line she gives you: “I am so sorry for being a piece of shit.” You say it again. Harder strokes every time. She leans back, hikes her skirt, and sinks the wet dildo straight into her pussy. Her clit ring flashes. She tells you the toy fills her better than you ever could, that you will never get to prove her wrong. She makes you stop touching yourself. You just watch. She fucks herself slow, plays with her tits, smirks at how badly you want to move your hand. When she finally lets you stroke again, she aims her phone at you. One hand works the dildo; the other records every pathetic tug. She laughs while you race toward the edge. The warning is simple: you come, your grandma gets the same picture you sent. So you keep your hand moving and your mouth shut, desperate not to lose everything over one stupid load.