Jill Taylor Gets Into D & Dick

Jill had one job—call the handyman, get the upstairs AC fixed, stay out the way. Simple. Then Ray Black fills the doorway, sleeves shoved up, tool belt hanging low, and the vibe shifts hard. The cooling room they step into isn't spare or storage. Padded benches. Mirrors on every wall. Restraints bolted in place. A proper dungeon for people who like it dirty. Ray drops his bag, unscrews the wall plate like it's just another Tuesday. "You ever fuck around up here?" he asks without turning around. Jill answers quick, a little breathless: "Never allowed upstairs till today." She feels her cunt answer instead—slick heat building between her thighs, nothing dainty about it. He keeps working. She can't keep still. Fingers drift beneath the thin hem of her dress, finding the wet seam of her panties and rubbing hard. When Ray pivots with the multimeter, he catches her grinding her knuckles against her swollen clit, eyes glassy, lips parted. He doesn't blink, doesn't stutter. Belt comes undone, zipper drops. Out swings the thick, heavy cock she's been staring at through denim—dark, veined, already half-hard. Jill drops to her knees, mouth open before it even brushes her tongue, then swallows as much of it as she can take. Spit coats the shaft, runs down his balls while she gags herself deeper, nose buried in coarse hair. Ray grabs a fistful of that blonde hair, holds her there, fucks her throat slow and deliberate until her mascara streaks. He hauls her up, spins her toward the nearest bench, yanks the soaked panties to the floor, and drives every inch inside that hungry little hole. The sound is wet and obscene, each thrust slapping skin on skin, her whimper rising every time he bottoms out and grinds. He moves her from surface to surface—bent over the spanking table, spread on the leather couch, knees hooked over his elbows while he rails her standing. She keeps coming, slick running down her thigh, nails digging into his forearms, begging him not to stop. When he's close he pulls out, jerks the heavy length once, twice, and paints her upturned face with thick ropes of cum. It lands hot across her cheek, lips, lashes. She licks what she can reach, chest heaving, used and smiling.