Abigail
I wasn't sure what was sexier. Finnegan dirty talking while trying to ease a butt plug into my ass, or the tiny little hitches in his breath whenever I teased that sensitive spot on his cock tip.
He would shudder when I did, every single inch of his massive body rippling with pleasure. I was straining my neck to suck his cock, but it was sooo worth it.
Finnegan had me tied up on the large padded platform, wrists secured above my head, my body stretched out and exposed under the red light.
The mirrors on every wall and the ceiling reflected every angle of us, and by the saints, it was so fucking sensual. I was wearing nothing but the gold mask.
My pussy was soaked, aching from how he had just made me cum in the arena, and my body was on fucking fire.
