Raja Sunni, bound and blindfolded, lies on the cool, hard floor, his body trembling with anticipation. A feminine voice, husky and commanding, fills the room, guiding his hand as he strokes his cock. 'Faster, Raja,' she purrs, 'Show me how much you worship me. Show me that big cock of yours.' He obliges, his hand a blur as he fucks his fist, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. She laughs, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down his spine. 'Now, Raja,' she commands, 'Cum for me. Cum hard, like the good little tribute boy you are.' And with a final, desperate stroke, he does, his cock pulsing, his body convulsing as he paints the floor with his release.