The slide of his flesh against her tongue, lips, and throat was so demanding, so intimate, that she moaned in arousal at the image they must present – her strapped down as he fucked her throat, mindless of her own comfort. Her arse burned, the stretch of the plug as well as the stinging flesh where he’d struck her. Her folds felt so wet she was sure she must be dripping down onto the bench, and her lips were wrapped around his cock. She groaned again in pleasure as he thrust inside of her. She was helpless and he was taking pleasure in her body and it was even better than she had imagined. She was panting and choking around his cock and then suddenly he thrust in deeply and held her head tightly against him. Her nose was pressed against his lower abdomen and she was struck by the musky scent that filled her nostrils as he grunted and spent himself in her throat. She choked and gagged but did her best to swallow and after a moment, he pulled slowly back out, spraying a last spurt of ejaculate across her tongue as he retreated. The flavour was intensely bitter and she tried to swallow as he had told her to, but the taste lingered in her mouth, causing her cheeks to flush again at the awareness of what they had just done. With a tap, he changed the gag back to a ball and gently lowered her head back down to rest on the bench. He gave her right cheek a light pat that felt like the sweetest of benedictions and then retreated, the door opening and then closing behind him. 