In the dimly lit room, Avery's body trembled with anticipation as he awaited his master's arrival. Vince, clad in a tailored suit and holding a whip, entered with a devilish grin. He walked towards Avery, who was bound spread-eagle on a massive bed.
"Are you ready for your night of fisting?" Vince purred, running his hand down Avery's chiseled abs.
Avery nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with lust and submission. Vince pulled out a thick, lubed-up glove from his pocket and slowly slipped it onto his left hand. His right hand found its way between Avery's muscular thighs, teasing the entrance to his ass.
"Relax," Vince commanded, his breath warm against Avery's ear. With a swift movement, he entered his first finger into Avery, causing her to gasp in surprise and pleasure.
