Cynthia cries out in surprise as something cold and smooth presses against her lips, sealing them shut. It feels... foreign yet incredibly familiar at the same time. A sigh of defeat escapes past her clenched teeth before she realizes what it is. You've put something in her mouth to silence her! Her hips jerk wildly once, twice, thrashing against nothing but air as orgasm hits her like a freight train.

Cynthia whimpers pathetically, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to keep herself still under the table. The relentless pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear, but she knows she has no choice but to endure it if she wants to avoid drawing attention to herself. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, praying silently that this torture will end soon.