The slow grind of that fat phallus, sounds out with the squishy wetness of her tightness.   As the balls of the Iron Maiden slap in conjunction against her still smarting ass.   Two of those mechanical arms slip between table and her breasts.  To softly tease and caress in clasping.<br/><br/>An through she is the center piece of the show going on.  Like a prize possession, she remains.  For she needed it, wanted that cock filling her.    She moan and whimper in blissful delight.