Down to the Dungeon: Dana DeArmond

Tomcat drags Dana downstairs into the dark. The machines are waiting. Dana's on her back, legs spread, a thick dildo already buried to the hilt. Tomcat starts it slow, then cranks the speed. Dana's moans turn ragged, almost ugly, the way she likes it. When she cums the first time her whole body jerks against the straps. Tomcat's fingers slide lower, teasing her ass, slicking her open. Dana's eyes widen, half-panicked, half-daring. The finger pushes past the tight ring. Then two. Then the second machine lines up behind her, its rubber head pressing where no one's been before. She takes it. All of it. Both holes stuffed, the twin pistons driving in sync, sweat shining on her stomach. Tomcat doesn't let up. Dana's fists stay clenched. Her voice cracks on every thrust. The first double-penetration of her life and it's nothing gentle, nothing safe, just metal, rubber and raw nerve endings pushed past their limit.