A+ Shag: Machine Fucking the Nanny

Rylie lands in this stiff house for her first night and already wants out. No TV. Snacks taste like dirt. The kind of place where parents leave encyclopedias out and expect her to flip pages. She grabs the thickest volume, hikes her skirt, and soaks the paper with one long, hot squirt. Pages stick together, ink runs. She keeps going. The couch is next—colonial, stiff-backed, probably antique. She drags the machine out of her bag, lines up the thick dildo, and lets it punch deep into her ass. Blond hair sticks to her face, her natural tits bounce hard each time the piston slams home. She rides until she gushes again, leaving a wet ring on the cushion. Then another toy, then another, until the whole damn living room reeks of her and every surface is marked. She wants that walking pink slip and she’s earning it one ruined heirloom at a time.