My Little Cunt

Madeline locks Dean down tight. She knots the ropes until his wrists burn and his cock swings helpless between his legs. She slaps his balls once, hard, and watches him jerk. That one sting tells him who owns him tonight. She spreads him open, fingers slick, and works inside until his hole clenches around her knuckles. He tries to close his legs. She laughs, pushes deeper, twists her wrist until the burn matches the ache in his balls. Each thrust makes him gasp. She calls him her little cunt and rides his face until he can’t breathe. When he comes, it’s messy and loud, cock twitching against the rope. She keeps him tied there, wet and shaking, while she lights a cigarette and smiles.