“It is yours, sir—f**k—please—” He adds a third finger, stretching me wider while his thumb presses and circles my swollen c**t. Another climax builds fast and intense. My wrists pull hard against the handcuffs. The collar digs into my neck as I throw my head back. “Come,” he commands. I break apart again, even harder this time. My walls squeeze around his fingers and I squirt, mixing everything until it runs down my thighs in warm streams. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to my lips. “Clean them.” I suck them into my mouth, tasting both of us, moaning around his skin because I cannot help it. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and for a second his voice softens in a way that hits me somewhere deeper than the rest. Then it turns sharp again. “But good girls do not let the wrong c**k f**k th
