A Dozen Orgasms: Emerald

Emerald drops onto the mattress, legs already shaking before anything touches her. She came in a veil of lace and boots that could kill a man, but the Hitachi doesn’t give a damn about the bride fantasy. It pins her clit and won’t let go. She grinds down once, twice—her third orgasm rips through her before the second can even finish. She flips, gets on all fours, and the machine takes her ass like it owns the right. Every thrust lands deeper. Her boot heels dig into the sheet, marking territory. By the tenth she’s babbling nonsense, the eleventh leaves her tongue slack, and the twelfth knocks her clean out of words. Just raw sound and twitching thighs.