Enough Pleasure For One Day

She'd been waiting, wanting, dripping with it. Now Stella gets what she asked for. The dungeon chair takes her. A thick dildo buried deep, locked in place by the restraints. The Hitachi presses hard against her clit on its highest setting, the whole rig humming like a live wire. Every muscle in her fishnet-clad thighs trembles, but there's nowhere to go, no slack to be had. She strains and she shakes. She comes loud, she comes hard, and she keeps coming anyway, because the machine doesn't care and the straps don't give.