Dessert

Lorenzo laid on his back in an altered state.
His hands were tied to the bed frame.
His legs were tied together at the knees and ankles.
His balls floated atop his thighs
and his fuck slick cock, soft now, but still long and thick
lay obscenely to the side, resting on his hip.

Camille surveyed her work.
"Not bad," she thought. "Not bad."
The clamps had been in place for quite awhile
and she knew his nipples were tingling with a burning numbness.

In an instant she pulled the clamps off....

"Unghh!" grunted Lorenzo as he bucked and thrust his hips off the mattress.
Tears came to his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.
He felt like Camille had set his tits on fire.

She slapped his face.

"Be still, bitch boy," she commanded.
His body felt like ten thousand nerve endings
vibrating and stinging and rioting.

He slowly calmed, his chest rising and falling easy and smooth.

Camille licked and sucked the sperm and cunt honey off his spent dick.
She pressed his glans and milked a last big drop into her mouth.
She untied his legs and spread them apart.
She yanked out the butt plug
causing his anus to gape and clench and spasm

and he cried out all over again.

Camille pressed the butt plug past Lorenzo's lips,
all the way into his mouth.

"There, Baby," she said. "I've had my dessert, here's yours.......