Jax looked at the wall she had been pressed against. The glistening trail of her juices running down the cold stone. A wet stain that told a truth her mouth refused to speak.
"Looks like you're enjoying it." His voice dripped with disdain.
"You really are a bitch. Guess I need to step it up."
His hands hovered from her ass downward. Tracing the curve of her flesh until his fingers found the soaking entrance of her pussy. His cock still buried deep inside her twitching asshole.
Both hands. All fingers. Pressing against her drenched folds.
Four fingers forced their way inside her. She jolted. Then two more joined, stretching, no, tearing her soaked walls apart. Six fingers buried to the knuckle inside a pussy that had no business being this wet during punishment.
"Ahhmm— mmfff—"
Her palm was already shoved inside her own mouth. Teeth sinking into the flesh of her hand. Trapping every sound behind a wall of self-inflicted pain.
