She drops to her knees the second the word leaves his lips. Concrete bites into her skin like teeth—cold, unforgiving, grinding against bone. Her heavy tits hang forward, swaying heavily with the motion, nipples still raw and swollen from his earlier twisting. They brush the tops of her thighs as she settles, sending sharp little shocks straight to her clit.

He towers over her. The red bulb behind him turns his silhouette into something demonic—broad shoulders blocking most of the light, casting her face in deep shadow except for the bloody glow that paints her lips and cheeks crimson. His cock juts out inches from her face: thick, veined, angry-red head already weeping precum in slow, heavy beads that stretch then snap, dripping onto her collarbone.