Anna Mills

Darlynn moans low and guttural while the Sybian rattles between her legs. Every grind drags another ragged sound out of her throat. The house throws more steel at her. A piston slams into her ass, relentless, and she pushes back into it. Her hips roll. Her thighs shake. She never pulls away. The big iron Hammer came later, brutal even then, and she was one of the first to spread for it. She stayed open, took every stroke, came shaking and swearing under the relentless drive of the machine.