Service Denial

Gwen doesn’t waste time. Billy’s barely gone and she’s got Max on his knees, face buried between her legs. She rides his tongue like it owes her money, grinding until her thighs shake. When she’s ready she drags him to the bed and knots his wrists to the post, spreads him open, then starts playing with his cock and balls until every vein stands out. Max begs. She laughs. She squeezes just hard enough to make him see stars, then backs off the second he gets close. She takes what she wants—rides him until her cunt stops clenching—then climbs off, leaves him aching and untouched, door swinging shut behind her.