They were afforded little light, but the illumination seemed to rise with Tess' arousal. The vibrator's increase in pace drew a louder moan, and there was nothing either of them could do as mechanised limbs carefully manoeuvred the two of them closer together, Tess' perky t**s bouncing with the motion, though still in the white bra. With impeccable dexterity, he was pivoted in between her parted legs, clamps gripping their hips as his c**k was guided to her slick p***y.
"This cannot be f*****g happening." Tess croaked, her muscles tensing but to no avail, held firmly in the machine's grip. Their arms were wrenched behind their backs, crossed in an X while the apparatus lined up their genitals, adjusting with perfect precision to counteract every move they attempted. The tip of his erectio
