A/N:I feel sick today...
Phei didn't rush the final escalation. He worked methodically, turning every piece of the black leather set into an extension of his control while Amber's body—already wrecked from the slow-building stretch of the massive dildo—trembled in exhausted surrender.
He started with the black ball gag again, but this time he swapped it for the one with breathing holes—larger, shinier, forcing her jaw wider.
He buckled it tight, the rubber stretching her lips thin and red around it, drool instantly bubbling out in thick, glossy strands that ran down her chin, over her heaving tits, pooling in the deep valley between them in sticky puddles.
"Mmmph—mmph—" The muffled sounds were weaker now, raw from screaming, but still needy, still pleading—each one accompanied by a soft, wet gurgle as more saliva overflowed, dripping onto her nipples and making them shine.
