Her Ass is Swallowing UP some serious Machine Cock

She laughs at first. Nervous little sounds while she leans forward, corset biting into her waist, fishnets stretched tight over her legs. Then the machine slides in. Thor. Thick, heavy, pushing past her ring and finding that deep place she thought nobody could reach. Her laugh dies fast. She breathes out, low and rough, and the sound turns into a moan that keeps going. The machine doesn’t stop, doesn’t give her room to think. It works that perfect ass like it knows every inch, and her body answers before her head can catch up. One long shudder rolls through her, then another, and the next thing out of her mouth isn’t a giggle anymore. It’s a long, filthy moan that says she’s gone.