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Holly Brooks walks in stacked like sin, platinum hair wild, carrying a pair of tits that could make a dragon kneel. We meant to run the machines on our schedule. She laughed once, low and mean, then took the reins. So we set her on an alien Sybian that looked built to mate with a nightmare, hit the switch, and watched her ride the thing into the ground. She squeezed the gag between her teeth, drool sliding down, blonde strands stuck to her cheeks. When the first wave hit, she popped the cap on the enema hose and let warm milk pour over her chest, rivulets running under those heavy breasts and straight down the crack of her ass. She took every inch, rode every shudder, came so hard the machine almost tipped. Later, bonus footage rolls: Holly mounting a dragon-shaped dildo, riding it like she owns the throne, the whole dungeon echoing with wet, filthy sounds. Same girl, different game, zero apologies.