The Pussy Whacker: Jackie Moore

Jackie Moore likes both holes worked, plain and simple. We dragged her onto a borrowed boat, hit the water, and tried to keep pace. The engine noise cut the air first. That Pussy Whacker sat like a grudge on the deck—two-stroke, loud as hell, dripping fumes since we first got it from Ken. We cranked it anyway. The dildo rammed fast and the Hitachi clamped tight between her legs. Her ass opened around the thicker shaft each thrust, stretched and slick. One orgasm ripped through her, then another, legs shaking against the hull. She stayed bent, blonde hair stuck to her face, taking every pounding stroke until the motor sputtered and the last aftershock left her gasping.