Love Machines

Liv starts slow on the bed. She peels everything off, cups those tight tits, then slips her hand between her thighs and fingers her cunt until it’s slick. She grabs the jeweled plug, works it past the tight ring of muscle, and sighs when it pops in. With her ass sealed shut, she pumps her clit harder, then drags the wand across it until the first orgasm rips through her. She switches machines. Knees spread, the first dildo lines up with her plugged hole and slides in—slow at first, then it hammers until her whole body jerks with each thrust. Next they strap her down. Ankles and wrists lashed to the bedposts, spread open, nothing to do but take it. A second machine buries itself in her pussy and begins to stroke. Every surge and stall knocks the breath out of her, and she comes again and again while the straps creak. Finally she’s loose. She swings her legs overhead, sinks onto the shaft until it disappears, and works her thighs—clenching, releasing—so the toy fucks her in tight pulses. When the wand returns, she mashes it against her swollen clit. Cream slicks the shaft and the bed; she howls through the last, savage climax, body shaking as the machine pounds her straight through it.