Lesbian Triangles #18

They already had her pinned like a cheap trophy. Thick straps across wrists and ankles held her spread-eagle on the rack, legs spread wide and waiting. Mass effect squeezed at the silicone stuffing her cunt, the shafts inside her moving in slow, piston strokes that kept her half-sober. Every pump stretched wet walls already raw and throbbing. Pearls of sweat slid down the side of her throat, and her nipples looked like they ached to be tugged. Someone flicked her clit; she jolted hard, thighs twitching against the restraints. A heavy strap slammed across her chest next, making her tits bulge forward so hands could grip and twist. She gasped, but her hips kept rocking, greedy for that constant mechanical stretch. Each drive of plastic flushed more slick out around the shafts, coating the steel frame and dribbling onto the floor.