Julep

Julep's on her knees when the machine starts. High heels locked to the floor. The dildo driving forward, stretching her ass until she can feel every inch. No mercy, no pause. Just that relentless push and the way her back arches like the pressure's too much, then not enough. She rocks into it. Heel, toe. Heel, toe. Her tits sway with each thrust, nipples tight, sweat cutting trails down her skin. The whole thing feels dirty and inevitable, like she came here knowing exactly what she needed and now it's happening whether she says so or not. The rhythm gets faster. Her breathing turns ragged. Every time that cock slams home there's this low, broken sound in her throat that she can't swallow down. She keeps taking it. Eyes half-shut. Mouth slack. The machine doesn't care, it just keeps fucking her.