Azalea Lee

Azalea Lee looks too sweet for the table she’s on. Small brunette body, still green to the game, but the boys want to break her in right. They wheel out Lick-a-Chick, the new tongue rig, and she stares at the thing like it might bite. Lights flick on; the Dragon comes next, burning up her thigh, chasing any last bit of shyness straight out of her. When the first wet strokes start, her hips jolt, breath caught, then the machine settles in and she sinks back. Slow, wet licks turn greedy. Her belly tightens, legs spread wider, and a cry rips loose as the tongue drags another gush from her. She grinds down, chasing the pressure, and the next climax hits harder, shaking through her until the table creaks. One more follows before the rig powers off, leaving her gasping and slick, a first-timer who just learned exactly what that machine can do.