Tina scooped me up from the desk, my body still quivering from the onslaught, cum trickling down my worshipped legs.
Sex has integrated itself into my life completely. I don't think that I can work properly now without having sex, acting as a fuel.
"Carry me the bathroom, Tina," I whined. The whole scene looked like as if I was some coquettish girlfriend, who's demanding her lover to take her into the bathroom.
She carried me effortlessly to the adjoining executive bathroom—a marble palace with a rain shower bigger than my old bedroom, multiple jets, a handheld hose, and a stocked cabinet of indulgences. Although, Tina's mansion has a bigger bathroom than this.
Steam fogged the mirrors as she flicked on the hot water, then rummaged in a drawer for a fresh silicone ball gag—black, ridged for extra stretch—and a pair of silver nipple clamps with vibrating remotes.
"Are you going to gag me?"
