Fuck It Out Of Me

Lily drops her clothes and shows us everything she brought to the table. Full tits and a fat ass, still wet from the last time someone used her. She climbs on all fours, spreads, and the first dildo slides straight into her cunt like it belongs there. The machine starts slow, then the strokes get hard and fast. Her voice jumps from groans to straight-up screaming every time the head rams her cervix. She shakes, gushes, soaks the floor, then keeps shaking like she wants another. Next they roll her onto her side, spooned up with the toy still buried. She talks dirty—filthy, loud—while the piston drills her open and every thrust knocks another squirt out of her. She reaches back, fingers her own tight asshole, then licks the mess off her hand like it’s candy. The puddle underneath her grows, and she rolls in it, mouth open, trying to taste every drop she can reach. Last position has her straddling a chair with a sybian bolted on. She lines up, sinks down, and cranks the dial. Her thighs tremble. She keeps twisting the knob higher, even when her eyes start to cross. She pushes past the point she thought she’d break, slams it all the way to max, and her whole body locks up. Eyes roll back, jaw slack, cunt fluttering hard around the vibrator while she drowns in one long, blinding orgasm after another.