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hooked the chain between them. He smiled naughtily at her and tugged on the fine links. Jillian gasped at the intense feeling, and he tugged it again. Peter had stepped back behind the camera and was zooming in on her tender breasts as Sean rubbed a fingertip across the pinched nipples and tugged the chain. Jillian tried to hold back a moan, and Sean increased his efforts until she verbalized the sensation.
    Peter backed the camera off as Sean slid down her belly, pressing tiny kisses against her, leaving little suck marks behind. He trailed another chain along with him, one connected to the middle of the links between each breast. Jillian flinched and shivered and moaned when the chain pooled in her navel and Sean’s mouth continued to her wide-open sex. She just knew Peter was filming her spread labia and dripping opening, and it both titillated and infuriated her. Then Sean sucked her clit into his mouth, and before she could concentrate on it, he let go. However, pressure remained, and Jillian actually felt her clit swell out from its protective hood.
    “What did you put on me?” she nearly screamed. “What is that?”
    Sean reached between her legs and tapped her clit. “It’s a clit clip, babe, and try saying that fast three times. It will keep your little man in the boat front and center for what happens next. No hiding from us.”
    Jillian gasped for air and threw her head from side to side on the pillow. She couldn’t take much more. Would they stop if she asked them to? Yes, they would. She knew it. Did she really want them to stop? The room fell silent, and she opened her eyes to see Sean, Peter, and the video camera focused on her pussy. Liquid flowed, and she closed her eyes again. This was so hot, but so exposing. Sean and Peter conversed, and Peter then came to slide two pillows under her to elevate her hips as Sean slid her ankle restraints further up the footboard. They surveyed her position, and Peter returned to situate her head more comfortably.
    Sean made a show of settling his beret on his head, and, with considerable mirth, called, “Action, places.”
    Peter came to lay beside her, the curved dildo in his hand, and pressed a kiss on either of her distended, aching nipples, then whipped his tongue across them. Jillian whimpered and mewled, clenching her hands on the rope. It was too much, but she wanted more. Peter tugged the chain in concert with his ministrations to her breasts and then licked his way down her body. When he was level with her pussy, he pulled his head back to make sure the camera got everything and began to push the dildo into her. He pushed it a few inches in and then pulled it out. In and out, deeper and deeper. Jillian’s hips thrust and rocked as much as she was capable of against the restraints and tugged the chain with her movements. Her clit throbbed, her nipples screamed for release, and then the curved end of the toy pressed her G-spot. Moisture flowed and gushed from her to coat the dildo and Peter’s hand following her vaginal orgasm, and she cried out loudly. The nipple clamps were then released, pushing her into another spasm before she could come down from the first. Jillian panted and shook.
    “And cut.”
    Jillian pried her eyes open at Sean’s calm comment, but his tense, aroused features belied his tone, and his eyes were so dark with arousal that they were just this side of black. Peter’s cock thrust insistently against her hip, smearing moisture from the tip. Sean handed him the water bottle, and Peter propped her head up to allow her to swallow with no fear of choking. She drank most of it down then let her head fall back.
    “Ready to go, babe?” Sean asked.
    “What? No!” Jillian insisted.
    “Well, I am, and it’s my scene next.”
    Jillian closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing. “I need a few minutes, Sean, and get that thing off of my clit.”    
    “The clip stays on, honey,” Peter assured her. “Your consequence is next.