Brooke

Brooke fucks like she wants the crown. She climbs onto the Crystal Palace and the first mechanical cock rams her ass without warning, thick and relentless, every stroke punching deeper than the last. The brunette's hands shake as she reaches down, fingers sliding into her cunt while the dildo keeps hammering her back door. Two sensations slam into her at once—her own fingers working her front, the machine splitting her from behind—and her body locks up, first orgasm hitting so hard her toes curl. The motors never slow. Another dildo drops into place and starts pounding her cunt while the first one stays buried in her ass, alternating thrusts until she’s dripping onto the bench. She comes again, mouth open, no sound at first, then a ragged shout. Sweat runs between her tits. The machines keep going. She keeps coming, four, five times, until the well runs dry and her thighs tremble. Even then she doesn’t tap out. She rides the last few strokes on empty, every muscle twitching, face flushed, still hungry.