Primal

The shoot starts. I grab her hair and she’s already soaking the floor. Hips grinding, skirt riding up, begging without a word. I drive the hook deep and knot it to her hair so every twitch yanks her chin high, neck stretched tight, breath short. She’s open now, straddling a barrel, legs spread and locked. Hot wax hits her nipples first, then slides down her inner thighs and across her slick labia. She yelps, body jerking, but the sound melts into a low moan. Eyes go glassy. She opens her mouth, catches the next drip on her tongue, toes curling hard against the wood. Her head thrashes. She lunges like she wants to bite me. When she comes it hits so fast her body goes slack, eyes rolling back. The second she can focus she’s already asking for the next round, voice raw, cunt still twitching.