“Bend over again.” He puts a hand on my back. I lean my hands on the wall and feel him push the plug back into me. I whimper at the fullness of it and how fucking hot it is that he’s forcing me to keep his cum inside me. “Are you trying to kill me?” He pats my ass and I stand up, pulling my clothes back into and adjusting them. “Why would I do that? Then who would I torment?” Preston grabs my face and pulls me in for a quick, heated kiss while he still tastes like me, then steps back. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
