Tory Lane and Judas

Tory Lane walks in and catches her man wearing her lingerie. Stockings stretch over his legs. Heels click against the floor when he shifts. She grabs him. Spins him. A hard slap lands across his ass. Red blooms. She keeps swinging, each strike sharper. The sound cracks through the room. He bends forward, ass up, waiting. Tory straps on. Thick. Slick. She pushes inside without warning. His breath hitches. She fucks him deep, hips snapping. Every thrust hits the spot that makes his legs shake. She reaches for the machine. Mechanical pussy. Cold metal and soft silicone. She lines him up. Switches it on. The toy sucks and pulses around his cock while she stays buried in his ass. He’s caught between the two. No mercy. She watches every twitch, every gasp. The machine speeds up. Her rhythm doesn’t slow. He breaks. Cum spills. Tory doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied he’s empty.