There was a rush of movement and it took Airy a moment to steady herself. His mouth was warm and distracting, tilting the world on its axis as he pulled away from her. A whine and a noticeable shutter shook through her frame as his cock pulled out of her. Cold air curled around her thighs and the wet heat of her sex, sharping her vision and thoughts through the haze of the drug.

"On- the pillows?" She asked as she shifted weight to her knees. Airy left space in front of her, where she assumes she'll be able to fall forward and lift her ass in the air as Matt had instructed. It was difficult for her to keep her thoughts straight though it becomes easier as Matt returned with his collection of tantalizing instruments.

She did as she was told and then watched as his fingers pinched and teased at the peaks of her breaths. Airy's lips part and a collection of muted whines and gasps fall freely from her lips. "I-" Her voice shook but she forced herself to continue. "I want this."

Airy gasped. "It feels so tight."

Pain and pleasure mix together in a surprisingly euphoric twist as Matt finished pinching her nipples with the silver clamps. Airy's breathing deepen, her chest heaving with each inhale. "I want you Matt." She didn't know what to say and each second made it that much harder to speak. "I want more."