Sarah Jane Ceylon

Sarah Jane Ceylon walks in ready to be used. She’s a natural submissive and she hands control straight to the machines. They don’t waste time. Metal thrusts slam into her cunt, steady, brutal, and she takes it without a word, legs spread and body strapped down. Every stroke slams against her G-spot. She doesn’t need fingers on her clit. Her hips jerk, her thighs shake, and the first orgasm tears through her. The machines keep going. She squirms, she pulls against the cuffs, and the second climax hits harder than the first. Sweat runs down her belly, her breath stutters, but she stays open and takes every relentless stroke. Finally they set her up doggy-style with the Crystal Palace pounding her from behind on high. Her arms shake, her face presses into the bench, and wave after wave rolls through her until she’s limp, spent, and dripping. That was 2007, and she never asked them to slow down.