It's OVER The 20-somethings win. Outfucking them will KILL US.

Two twenty-somethings hit like a plague. Mia Gold and Casey Calvert. You spot them in every bar, every office, every bed you think you’ll just crash in for the night, and there’s no off switch. They sprawl across the machine, backs arched, assholes stretched raw around thick double-pen plugs, slick brunette hair sticking to sweat-slick faces. Motors hammer 350 to 800 RPM straight into their cunts while live wires snap and bite their nipples, their clits, their stretched rings, every shock dragging another gush out of them. They don’t tap out. They lick their own fists, shove them wrist-deep, then slam back onto the steel until their thighs shake. Mia sprays across the floor. Casey’s already on round thirty, eyes glassy, mouth slack. They keep coming. We keep dying. No mercy. No mercy at all.