His smart mouth earns him a quick flash of anger, a wordless ‘don’t push your luck’ that is quickly drowned under the ecstasy again. Summer’s all but biting through the gag now, eyes rolled back, head thrown back, squirming fit to merge her body with his entire. Everything he does now is good, is blissful in her sensitive state. The soft brush of his fingers over her abdomen is enough, now, to send her careening over the edge again with a heartfelt groan.