Behind me, Olbric spreads my cheeks before I feel the familiar prod of his cock. I strain against the straps, but I can’t even push back. It’s enough to drive me mad. “Seems strange to fuck a table,” Olbric teases. “I swear to my gods and yours, Olbric.” “To do what?” he says slyly. “Doesn’t seem like you’re in much of a position to be making threats.” I whimper and wag my hips as much as I can. “Fucking hell Olbric, please.”
