Service Day: Romp on the Carpet

Robot and Grace hit the floor already stripped. A thick dildo slides into Grace while Robot’s hands steer the head between her thighs, grinding down until the carpet burns their knees. Fingers slick with spit work another toy past Robot’s rim; she bucks and swears when the silicone pops inside. They trade rhythm, hips rolling, mouths latched on nipples, breath ragged. The leather still stings from the earlier flogging, each stripe flaring hot whenever one of them grabs ass or tits. No soft pauses. They chase the buzz with short, hard thrusts, letting the hitachi’s hum rumble straight through soaked cunts and clenched muscles. Heavy tits press together, sweat shining. The second toy sinks deeper. Grace snarls into Robot’s shoulder as the first sharp wave rips through her, and Robot answers with a guttural laugh, riding the same spike until both of them shake and curse into the carpet.