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Paris couldn't feel any part of his body, but he could at the same time.

His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes crossed all over his body, a ball gag in his mouth with his face shoved into the mattress while his legs were kept open with a bar spreader and a big black dildo cock was being shoved inside him like it was no man's business.

Not that he even felt like a man anymore.

He couldn't breathe, but his body liked that. His body also liked the fact that he couldn't move and that he couldn't also run his mouth at the same time. He was already so sure if the gag wasn't there, he'd say something and ruin this.

Which he felt like doing.

Not that he was even thinking straight at the moment, he wasn't. His waist and back was beginning to hurt and he could feel the ropes digging deeper into his flesh and the wounds from the whip she had used.

Did he want her to stop still?

No.

Any reasonable person would. At the rate she was going, he knew he would bleed from it. That, and also he