ENZO’S POV I was still buried inside her pussy, my cock jerking with the last of my release, her walls fluttering around me like they were trying to keep me there forever. Sweat dripped from my jaw onto her tits, the room stank of cum and salt and the metallic tang of power flipped upside down. I pulled out slowly, watched our mess spill out of her in thick ropes, watched it coat her swollen lips and drip down her thighs in filthy rivers. “We’re not done, baby girl,” Her head snapped up, her eyes glassy, mascara streaked, lips bitten raw. “…What?” My cock didn’t even think about softening, it stood slick, angry, veins pulsing, ready for blood. I rolled off the bed, stood, and let her see exactly how hard I still was. Her breath hitched. I walked to the iron cabinet like a man marching to war, the doors screamed open. Inside waited everything I hadn’t touched in years. Heavy oak stockade, thick leather posture collar with O-ring, spreader bar with ankle cuffs, perforated steel
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