Her thighs — thick, full, the skin smooth and brown — were bare. And they were leaking. Red. Thin, watery red fluid — not blood, not exactly, but the mixed residue of three days of relentless sex — ran from her anal, down her inner thighs, in slow, continuous streams. The fluid was thin, almost pink, and it dripped from her thighs onto the deck.
Her mouth was covered. A gag — a shaped piece of dark leather, fitted over her lips and chin — sealed her mouth. The design was intricate: a curved plate that pressed against her lips, a strap that ran around her head, and a plug — a small, rounded protrusion on the inside — that sat on her tongue. Saliva dripped from the edges of the gag, running down her chin, falling onto her chest, mixing with the sweat and the leaked milk from her stimulated breasts.
