It had about it some of the agonizing pleasure of sodomy.
The laminated surface of the headboard was cool against my forehead, the restraints enjoyably loose but secure. Again, I yelped into the pillow when I felt her tongue dig into my rectum. Nothing subtle or teasing about it this time, just her decisive hands on my vulnerable buttocks, pulling them apart, her tongue burrowing into me.
Floating in this still pool of sensation, I wanted time to stop.