Trying More Machines: Sabrina

Sabrina came through once already and left with her legs shaking. Now she's back for another round, eyes hungry, fishnets torn at the knees. The fucksaw waits in the corner like it remembers her. They strap her down. One dildo slides into her ass without any small talk, thick and unforgiving. Another clamps over her nipples, tight enough to make her curse under her breath. The machine kicks on, slow at first, then faster, pushing deep until the whole bench rocks. Sabrina's breathing turns ragged. Each thrust from the saw hits harder, driving her forward, stretching her open, and she takes it all like she's daring the thing to break her.