Scarface struggled so hard under the sheets that I almost lost my hold on him. Fortunately, Dali threw the rope around him in time, quickly tying him up tightly like a large barquillo.

Wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead, Dali remarked, "He’s just like a wild buffalo! He’s so strong he almost broke free!”

Scarface glared at us ferociously, his eyes ready to pop out of their sockets, but Dali remained unbothered and sternly harrumphed, "What are you looking at?! Keep looking and I'll slap you!"

I noticed Scarface moving his hands under the quilt and a bad feeling immediately sprouted inside of me. I aimed a heavy kick at his ribs, drawing a muffled groan from Scarface. While he lay unmoving from the pain, I reached into the quilt and felt something hard. "What’s this?" I demanded.

"It's my cock!” Scarface grinned sinisterly. “It's very hard, isn't it? Would you like to suck...