Charlotte Sartre: Bad Motor Fucker

Charlotte Sartre stretches out on her back in black latex that clings like paint. She spreads wide and the fucking-machine waits at the edge of the bed. She flips the switch and the motor growls to life. She lines her soaked cunt up with the shaft and sinks onto it, taking every inch while she mashes a vibrator against her clit. The first orgasm rips through her like a scream she can’t hold back. She spins around, knees on the mattress, and lets the slow, relentless thrust push past her lips and down her throat. Spit coats the shaft every time it pulls out. Her fingers keep working between her legs. When she straps the ball-gag between her teeth, the machine slams back into her pussy while she’s on her side, then flat on her stomach, every angle showing how deep the thing goes and how hard her body shakes around it.