Dripping Cheri

Cheri Rose is back in Jonny’s dungeon. Blindfold on. Cling wrap glues her body tight. A vibrator buzzes hard against her clit. Above her, a fat dildo juts from a ceiling-mounted fuck machine, pointed dead at her lips. She can’t see it, but she can feel the air shift each time the arm swings. Her breath fogs the plastic stretched across her mouth. One small flinch and the tip brushes her tongue. She swallows, throat already working, and the motor hums to life.