Sleepless Turned Stuffed Full

Sasha lies awake past midnight, mind looping through her job, her dull boyfriend, the bills stacked on her counter. Sleep refuses her. She drags the wooden box from under the bed, flips open the lid, and reaches for the first toy that feels right. The Chopper's pink shaft glides straight into her soaked pussy. She plants her heels, grips the frame, and bucks like a rider chasing a speed rush. Her first climax hits fast, wet, and loud. She flips to all fours. The Guv rams from behind, piston-perfect, metal spine clicking. Her tits swing, nipples hard. When the stroke length jumps, her g-spot takes the full length and she screams into the sheets, coming hard enough to shake the frame. She rolls onto her back, spreads her knees wide, and feeds The Mojo into her ass. The machine's slow, heavy thrusts stretch her open, pulse after pulse, until her body goes slack and her breath evens out. She drifts off still impaled, satisfied, spent.