Testing The Merchandise

Bunny steps into the room thinking this is a simple fitting. Tina shuts the door behind her, no smile, just a quiet click of the latch. "New device," she says. "For your measurements." Bunny nods, eager, already unbuttoning her blouse. The thing looks half machine, half cage. Straps and cuffs, thick rubber cocks mounted on pistons. Tina works fast, locking Bunny's wrists above her head, spreading her legs wide on the platform. The blonde's big tits lift with every breath, nipples stiff in the cool air. Tina calibrates the first dildo, lines it up, and the machine starts. It slams into Bunny's cunt without warning, mechanical and relentless. Her body jolts. Another piston drives up from below, thick, unforgiving, stretching her ass. The cuffs hold. Her tits bounce heavy with every thrust. Tina watches, eyes half-lidded, adjusting the speed until Bunny's moans break into gasps, the blonde straining against the bonds as the machine fucks both holes in perfect, brutal rhythm.