After Hours Machine Fucking: Lola

Lola wipes the last sticky ring off the bar. Lights dim. Doors locked. She peels off the black apron, keeps the lace underneath. The machine waits in the back room. She climbs on, spreads, lets the thick dildo press in where her body still holds heat. Slow stroke first, then faster, the shaft glistening each time it slides out. She reaches back, works the plug deeper into her ass, timing the push with every thrust. The motor whirs louder. Her hips chase the rhythm, thighs shaking, sweat cutting lines down her spine. 2005, one brunette, one relentless fuck, no witnesses except the empty glasses stacked behind her. She leans forward, tits mashed to cold steel, and lets the machine finish what the customers started.