Nikki Lauren

Nikki Lauren’s been in Playboy and Hustler centerfolds, but nothing prepared her for the steel dick we strapped to the bulkhead. The boat’s cabin squeezed tight around us, so tight we kept checking the rig to make sure the machine didn’t buck and smash somebody’s ribs. The first shaft pushed into her ass with a slow, deliberate crawl. A slim glass dildo rode her cunt in the same rhythm, stretching both holes at once. Her black hair stuck to her face in damp streaks while she worked two fingers over her clit, knuckles white from the grip. Every time the piston bottomed out she grunted, hips snapping forward like the motion could split her open if she let it. The motors hummed and the whole hull rocked, but Nikki stayed locked to the steel, riding the relentless pace until her thighs shook and sweat ran down the small of her back.