Gal & the Machines

Gal Ritchie watches the machines like they owe her money. She starts touching herself, fingers working her clit, then sinking deep inside her pussy like she’s already testing how much she can take. When the Hitachi hits, she doesn’t ease in—she rides it straight to the edge, coming hard, body jerking while she keeps the pressure on. First machine catches her on her back. It starts slow, almost teasing, but soon slams into her wet cunt at full throttle. Gal grabs the Hitachi again, holds it tight against her clit, and the second wave tears through her, one orgasm slamming right after the other. Then she’s bound. Rope around her wrists, arms stretched overhead, legs pulled open in a frog-tie. The restraint only makes her wetter. The machine never tires, just keeps driving into her while she strains and comes again, shaking under every relentless thrust. Last position—bent over, ass up. The machine fucks her doggy-style, deep, hard, fast. Gal rubs her clit in time with every stroke, moaning loud as the robot pounds her into another shuddering climax.