(LANCE)
The dungeon lights flickered as the elevator dinged in the hallway outside. I had maybe two minutes before they breached the final door.
I uncuffed Eliona from the chains, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees in front of the full-length mirror wall.
“Beg,” I ordered, fisting her hair and rubbing the leaking head of my c**k across her swollen lips. “Beg for my c**k like the desperate Old Lady you are.”
Eliona’s hazel-green eyes looked up at me, glassy with lust, fear, and something deeper. Her voice cracked but stayed strong.
“Please, Lance… I need your c**k. Please f**k my mouth. Please use me. I’m yours — every hole, every breath. Please.”
I groaned and thrust between her lips, sliding deep into her throat in one smooth motion. She gagged but took me, eyes watering a
