Popping Charlie's FM Cherry

Charlie Forde knows her way around a camera, but the machine's something new. She starts flat on her back, Hitachi pressed hard to her clit, and she soaks the sheet in seconds, thighs twitching as the first squirt hits. She doesn't let up. Another orgasm rips through, then another, until she's slick and ready. She spreads wider, fingers working circles on her swollen clit while the dildo inches forward, slow at first, each thrust a little deeper. She edges herself on that pace, breath catching every time the machine backs off, until the need wins and she kicks the speed higher. The Hitachi joins in, buzzing loud against her, and she comes again hard, body jerking under the steady pounding. She flips to her knees next, ass up, fingers shoved between her legs to keep the pressure on while the machine slams into her from behind. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her, and she's hanging on, knuckles white on the bench. She brings the vibe back to her clit and the spasms hit fast, shaking her until her arms buckle. Last position, perched on the edge of the wooden box, legs spread, eyes locked on the thick dildo pounding her open. The machine picks up, faster, relentless, and she rides every stroke until the Hitachi drags one last string of orgasms out of her, cunt fluttering, soaked, used.