To anyone that could see, she was positioned and tied so that her thighs were spread and pushed back with her arms stretched overhead. Her black pussy was totally bald, deep pink at the very center and dripping wet, forming a coat of moisture that glistened on the dark lips of her vagina. Ayana was gagged, blindfolded and her ears were stuffed with foam plugs.
Unaware of her surroundings, she became unconscious of her form. Time had become as vulnerable as her body. Time and her body were molded by the presence of hands once in an undetermined while, on her thighs, rubbing her clit and bringing her to wetness, thus marking a moment. Sometimes a tongue lapping at her hole, teasing her clit until she was close to release then stopping, an end to time.
A few moments after the end, a vibrator had been pressed against her pussy, tickling her clit, rattling her jaw until her hips bucked as her nerves began to wind tight. Coaxed into existence but still, no satisfaction. All she could hear was her heavy breathing, loud and close because of the plugs.
She did not know if the hands or the mouth stayed with her or came and went but she waited eternally for confirmation. In dumb silence, fluid without difference, the only distinction was the sense of touch and the only instincts left were of sex.