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 tits 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 cock was guided to her slick pussy.

"This cannot be fucking 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...