Emily

Emily alone on a bench, cunt wet and spread. She pushes the machine forward, lines it up, and takes the dildo all the way in. One long thrust starts the rhythm, then the next. She grips the edges and rides it harder, hips rolling, breath turning ragged. Each stroke hits deeper until a gush sprays across the bench and the floor. She shakes, laughs once, then jams the toy back inside. The machine drives without mercy. Her thighs quiver, her nipples tighten. Another wave crashes over her. Her fingers find her clit, rubbing fast while the dildo keeps hammering. A third orgasm rips through her, louder, wetter. Fluid arcs in the light and lands in hot streaks on the wood. She keeps the pace, swearing between moans. The motor hums, relentless, while Emily chases the next high, lost in the ache and the rush, body clenching around the relentless shaft that never stops until she is spent and dripping.