Keep her quiet!

You pull back to her disappointment, and wad up a leather glove from your belt. Without any warning, you stuff it into her mouth, tying it in place with a leather thong from one of the shelves. She glares at you and tries to get up, but you drop on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. You seize a hand and tie it to her wooden bedframe before she can recover. Then, you take her other hand and, using both hands, wrench it down and tie it to the other post. She squirms and tugs at the leather thongs, glaring at you.

"Sorry ma'am," you grin at her. "I can't have you making all that noise and disturbing the polite folks."

She rolls her eyes and grunts in frustration, understanding your reasons, but obviously unhappy about it. You return to her mound and drag a finger slowly through it. She squeals, but is muffled by the wadded leather. You hold up your glistening finger and suck it softly as she watches. Her face softens again, and she sighs hotly into the makeshift gag.

You give her pussy a little spank, making her jump, then return your face to it. Slurping just loud enough to hear, you start lapping at her again. The wet noises make her thighs shiver and her legs kick sporadically, looking for something to do while your tongue swirls and twirls around inside her.

You free her clit finally from its hood and press your lips against it. She moans loudly, squirming as you suck and flick at it with your tongue. You wiggle a finger into her as you work, twisting it slightly as you push it in. The wooden frame creaks as she tugs at the leather binding her wrists, her torso rolling and bucking slightly.

You push a second finger in and start fucking her, quickly pushing deeper and deeper as your tongue continues to tease and tantalize her clit. She makes a muffled scream and you feel her body clench in orgasmic pleasure, but you keep driving your fingers into her.

"That's right, ride it," you whisper loudly to her, her bucking now too wild to keep sucking at her clit. You swat her thigh loudly as she whimpers, bucking wantonly up to your fingers, but you don't hold back, you drive your hand down forcefully time after time after time, until she finally screams into the gag again and starts to settle.

"Mmmm ..." you say with a grin, "... I'll bet you're getting tuckered, little Filly." You pull your fingers out and get up, walking over to the head of the bed again. You swab the wet, gooey fingers under her nose, and she winces a little. "Still, frisky as you are, I'll bet you have more in ya!"