Her breath hitched as the wand found its sweet spot, and Marcus watched, entranced, as the first wave of pleasure began to build within her. Her back arched, pushing her breasts against the chair's restraint as if trying to escape the very fabric that held her in place. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, a testament to the ecstasy that was already overtaking her. The chair responded, its movements increasing in speed and force, as if eager to devour her whole.
