He pulled the leash.
One smooth, controlled pull — not violent, just 'definitive' — that arched her chin upward and opened her throat to the cold night air.
And he pushed.
"NGH—HAAAH~!!"
The sound she made wasn't a scream. Not yet. It was something smaller and more broken — a high, fractured gasp that the desert swallowed instantly, the vast open air absorbing it without echo, leaving it somehow more naked and exposed than if it had bounced off walls.
Her pink anal stretched.
His thick crown pushed against the flinching ring, the tight muscle fighting back with every reflex it possessed, her small body quivering beneath him in the sand with the effort of resisting something her body had no framework to accommodate gracefully.
"P-please—" Her voice was already thin, already devastated, already carrying that particular desperate quality of someone who knows the outcome but can't stop asking. "Please be gentle — please — slow — please, I'm asking you — slow—"
