Soft ambient music throbbed low and slow, matching the rhythm in his chest.On the wall: a sling. Not since Licious last filled his mouth and ass, marking him twice and sending him home hard, aching, and obedient. Gay sex “Follow me.”Tonight, she didn’t take him to the bedroom.She took him straight into the dungeon.It was darker than usual—only red spotlights illuminating the room. His body melted.She lubed up and pressed her cock against him. “But tonight… I’m going to make you cum anyway.”The rhythm she fucked him with was different—not punishing, but hypnotic.Slow, deep, precise.Her hands explored his back, his hips, his chest. Whispered filth in his ear.“You want to cum just from my cock?”“Yes, Goddess,” he moaned.“You want to be ruined?”“Yes…”Her pace intensified, perfectly timed with the rising swell of the music, the glow of the molly, the low burn of weed.Every nerve in his body felt like it was vibrating.And then—It happened.His body locked.His toes curled.And his cock pulsed without being touched.He cried out—a strangled, broken sound—as ropes of cum spilled onto the leather below.Hands-free.Uncontrolled.Unforgettable.Licious didn’t stop.She fucked him through the orgasm, hips grinding hard and deep, until she let out a guttural moan and spilled inside him.Her cum oozed around her shaft, mixing with his, dripping down his thighs.She stayed
