Bitch-boy Hunting

Mistress Harmony Rose sizes up the next candidate. Dean Strong stands there in cuffs, naked, trying to look steady. She circles him slow, fingers brushing his chest, then lower. Every glance turns into a touch that lingers too long. When she drops to her knees, the clipboard falls. Her mouth takes him in one smooth slide, wet and greedy, tongue working fast. Dean’s breath hitches, hips jerking despite the restraints. She sucks him hard, hand tight at the base, spit running down her chin. The interview’s long gone. All that’s left is the sound of her throat taking him deeper, the slap of his balls against her wrist, and the low growl she makes when he starts to shake. She pulls off just long enough to smirk up at him, lips glossy, then dives back in like she’s already decided he’ll do.