A one-room flat with the afterglow of neon cutting through the midnight quiet. Standing in it is something in heavy makeup and a provocative outfit — a crossdresser, and a monster. She's burnt through the self-control of more men than she can count and drained every last drop out of them: a hunter with a long record. What's in her eyes is pure hunger for cock. The moment those lips catch hold of hard flesh, the air in the room changes. Wet, relentless tongue work, tracing the underside of the head like she's savouring something expensive, then drawing it deep into her throat. She's enjoying the pulse of the blood through the membrane. “God, this is hot...” Every time she swallows, her own crotch strains upward with heat she can't control. Serving him has her aching too. What she loves most is the process of feeling it turn to steel inside her mouth — twitching, swelling, straining to the limit, taking her mouth over completely. That sense of being dominated is what carries her into real pleasure. Then the finale. That hard wedge is driven into her own thoroughly-slicked sanctuary. “Ah — it's going in...” Spreading her open, hammering the deepest part. The hardness she just worshipped with her mouth is now churning her insides, and she cries out shaking with the joy of it. Tonight there's nowhere left to run. At the end of service this insane, all that's left is an empty, blissed-out haze.