Manhandled #06, Scene #02

John tore the box open and stopped cold. A ten-inch plastic figure stared up from tissue paper. He hurled the thing across the room, cursing. Then the door opened and a hooded girl slipped inside, Sasha Heart in mesh and leather straps. She knelt without a word and went straight for his boots, tongue working between his toes, breath hot. When his foot shoved her cheek, she only moaned. He turned, leaned over, and spread for her. She dragged her tongue straight to his asshole, licking like a starving girl. Her cunt visibly wet before he grabbed her hair and dragged her mouth onto his cock. She choked, tears streaking, and he rammed farther, throat spasming around him. He backed her against the wall, bent her, and slammed into her asshole without warning, every stroke slapping skin. When he pulled out she sucked him clean, lips sealing around the shaft that had just been inside her. He kept using her—bent, flipped, fucked—until his balls tightened and he pulled free, painting her open tongue with thick ropes of cum that she held, eyes half-shut, waiting for the next order.