When the knot finally deflated, she pulled out, only to grab the ball gag from the drawer. ''Open wide, Emily. Time to shut that begging mouth—let you focus on feeling.''
She unclasped the cuffs briefly to adjust, then re-secured them before buckling the gag behind my head. The rubber ball filled my mouth, drool already starting to leak as I mumbled incoherently.
''Mmmph,'' I protested, but my eyes begged for more, body arching toward her, the tail swaying.
Ivory grinned, stroking her still-hard cock, slick with our mixed fluids. ''Can't talk back now, can you? Just take it like a good pet. Nod if you want me back inside.'' I nodded frantically, and she entered me again, slower this time, savouring the muffled moans.
The gag silenced my pleas, turning them into desperate hums as she built speed, the plug shifting with each thrust.
