She swallows everything down, trying to drink him in, feeling his balls hitting her face as she tries to lean even more into his thrusts. Every sensations winds even tighter around her, tighter than the bonds she'd been trapped in earlier, and while her mind wants to protest, her body overrules that, claiming this moment. A tiny part of her almost wished to be filled even more, each eager opening he'd given her stuffed until she couldn't do anything but take it. That there were only two men in her life or that the logistics didn't seem to work weren't important, all that was important was the all-consuming need to be used.