Saffron lifts her head, though she can't move much, her arms tied the way they are. It's a discomfort that's not overpowering, but always there, and adding to the overall sensation of what's happening right now, what Mike's doing to her. She feels his fingers sliding along her skin, gasps at the brush against her clit. She moans again when they slip inside of her, her hips moving to press against his hand.