“You love my fingers deep in here, don’t you? He grunted, morphing into a long, low stilted moan; a second finger had slithered its way beside the first, pain and pleasure cascading through his mind. The gag was muting his moans; Karen loved when he tried to reply to her teasing, he was sure her pussy was slick, just as his cock was throbbing with every move of her fingers. His head was strapped to the bed, the pastel wal...