Gabrielle and Brandon

Gabrielle moves like she owns the room. She plants her heel on Brandon’s cock, grinding down until his breath catches. He lies pinned beneath her, already straining against the tape that lashes his wrists behind his back. A blindfold cuts off his sight. She smiles, savoring the power she’s never shown on camera before. When she lifts her foot he stays rigid, cock throbbing from the pressure she just lifted. She laughs once, low and dirty, then dangles the rubber dick an inch above his lips. Brandon opens, chasing it, but she yanks the shaft away every time. Saliva strings from his mouth. She makes him work for every inch, head bobbing like a desperate pet. The ball gag waits on the table behind her—next, she decides, and the promise hangs heavier than any threat she could say out loud.