Annabelle dug her nails into her boyfriend’s chest as her body shook. This was one of the few times she finished first and she intended to enjoy it.
When the explosion of ecstasy passed, she opened her eyes and smiled down at Doug as she moved her hips back and forth. “See? You’re not the only one that needs pleasure.”
Doug stared at her with wide eyes above the bandana she used to gag him. His arms were lax in the restraints after he stopped fighting when his heart gave out from all the pills she forced down his throat.