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hole.
    His eyes widened, then he started shaking
his head, the horror on his face instantly telling me that he
thought I would penetrate him, even though I had told him I
wouldn’t. But then again, a woman could change her mind.
    I smiled
wide . “Why
can’t I fuck you? You did it to me, and remember you said something
about returning an orgasm, and since I made you come extra, you owe
me.”
    “ But y ou can’t fuck me.”
    “ Why not? Because you say so, oh
great and wonderful Don Juan-loser.”
    “ No, you’re not a
man.”
    “ And I suppose in your
vocabulary that makes me less of a person.”
    “ No, it means you don’t have a
cock.”
    I held up my right hand and pushed my
three middle fingers together. “Is this the size of a big cock—” I
pushed all of my fingers together, “—or this?”
    “ I didn’t fist
you! ” he
yelled, yanking on the restraints. “Untie me now and I’ll go easy
on you.”
    “ Why? Because I’m not going to go easy on
you.” Fisting my hand, I extended the middle finger with a smile,
then put it inside of my mouth and sucked it slowly. Frano stopped
struggling. His eyes latched onto what I was doing, his pupils
growing as he stared. He was probably imagining me sucking him, but
he was definitely not getting any of that. Or maybe I should just
sit on his face to get back at him for giving me a facial, because
right now I was really wet.
    I pulled the finger out of my
mouth. “If I
sit on your face would you bite my pussy?”
    His expression went slack, his
pupils growing enormous.
    “ Oh, so you’d like that, which
means it’s not going to happen, you pervert.”
    “ You’re the pervert. You
have me tied up.”
    I lowered my hand and grabbed his now
semi-hard cock. “But I’m not the one getting hard.”
    “ You sucked your finger,
what do you expect me to do. Just let me go.”
    “ Not going to happen.” I let go of his cock
and ran a finger down his balls and along his crack, stopping on
his hole.
    He yanked on the ties again. “Don’t you
dare.” As soon as the last word came out, he swore. “Just don’t,
just don’t!”
    I smiled, then shoved my finger
inside of him. He yelled out, his hole... oops, his whole body going stiff
for a moment, then he started struggling against the ties like a
crazy man, spewing a vitriol of Italian obscenities at me. I placed
a second finger at his entry and shoved it in, watching as his face
contorted, his lower body thrashing about, trying to expel me. I’d
been grossed out when I’d first done it for Matt, but after a while
I’d learned to like it, the reaction from Matt a turn-on, but
Frano’s reaction was beyond a turn-on, it made me want to
come.
    “ Does that hurt?” I breathed
out.
    “ You dirty bitch, take
them out!”
    “ Like this?” I said removing my two
fingers, then shoving them back in—repeating the action over and
over again.
    “ Stop it, just stop it,” he
panted, looking so damn good, the man making me wish I had a cock,
so I could shove it inside of him instead of my fingers, filling
him like he’d filled me.
    “ STOP IT!”
    Ignoring his demand, I
shoved my
fingers back inside, now seeking his prostate. He gasped as I
brushed it. I pulled my fingers out then repeated what I’d done,
but this time hitting his prostate full on. Frano yelled out, his
cock exploding a second later. A load of cum shot out, hitting him
in the chest. He started panting and groaning like the bitch I was
making him, more cum hitting him in the face. It ran down his
cheek, making me want to lick it off him.
    “ Gay boy liked that,” I said, trying to
keep my voice steady, because he was torturing my pussy looking
like that.
    He blinked at me, his expression stunned,
no come-back over the cum on his face.
    I placed a third finger at his
hole.
    “ No,” he croaked out.
    “ You didn’t listen to me
when I begged.”
    “ I’m not begging, I’m
telling you.”
    “ Really?” I shoved the