Full Speed Anal

Annie Cruz knew it would hit different. “Out of all the sites I have worked for, this was the most intense.” She meant it. They had her folded tight, wrists lashed to ankles, mouth crammed with rubber, every strap cinched until the only thing left to do was take it. The machine lined up behind her, cold steel, slick tip. One click and it drove in, slamming full bore, relentless. No warm-up, no mercy. She bucked, gagged on the ball, juices spraying every time the piston bottomed out. The lens caught it, got drenched, but they still wanted more. They repositioned her, legs spread so the next gush would arc straight into her own face. Annie choked, eyes wide, spit and squirt running down her cheeks while the machine kept pounding. When it finally powered down, she was shaking, soaked, spent. Just the way they both liked it.