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How much more would they do to her? They had to be running out of sensory play items soon, right?

Apparently not.

Something plastic—shaped like an oxygen mask—cupped her mound. A pumping sound could be heard next, reminding her of when a nurse used a manual blood pressure cuff.

What the?—

With each pump, the flesh of her folds was pulled tighter into the cup.

“Like the suction cups on your nipples, this pussy pump will bring more blood to this area, making that pretty cunt swell and your clit more sensitive.”

It was a weird sensation at first, but after a few moments, she got used to it. And surprisingly, she liked it.

It remained in place while she listened to the men move around the room, gathering items that might be used on her or each other…

Until she heard the creak of the bed. They weren’t taking a break, were they? She was still suspended from the ceiling with suction toys on her nipples and pussy. “Are you going to leave me like this?”

“We can’t leave those on her too long,” Heath warned.

Should she be worried?

“We won’t be long,” Dayne assured him.

Heath responded dryly, “I wouldn’t say that’s a positive.”

Cara picked up the humor in Dayne’s voice. “It depends.”

“What’s going on?” she asked. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“If we tell you, that will defeat the purpose of using your imagination,” Heath explained.

It didn’t take long for her to figure it out despite the fact they kept talking so low that she couldn’t hear everything they said. But soon, they couldn’t stay quiet enough. And it didn’t have anything to do with them talking.

The slide of skin across the sheet. The tearing of a foil package. The wet burp-like sound of lube being squirted from a tube. The slap of a hand against skin.

A soft grunt.

A long sigh.

A deep groan.

Then a rhythmic thumping.

They were fucking each other and she was being forced to listen.

She had no idea who was doing who. At least until they began whispering encouragement and louder demands.

“Give me your cock.”Dayne.

Heath growled, “Take it. All of it.”

“Harder,” Dayne demanded.

“Fuck,” Heath groaned.

Ragged breathing now filled any gaps between the words.

“Fuck.”