Randi

Back at the studio, Randi keeps riding that thick intruder. Her legs splayed, she lets the machine take what it wants. Each thrust punches another climax out of her—quick, low sounds, one after another, no pause. When the predator slides in beside it, her body seizes, caught between the two shafts. The pressure builds fast and rough until it drags a long, shaking orgasm loose. She stays right there, red hair stuck to her face, letting the machines work her over again and again.