Fucking Machine Movie - Oh Joy, Sex Toy

Machines don't quit. Ever. Sicilia jerks every time the shaft drives in, splitting her wider on the next thrust, again and again until her hips slam the bench. A flogger cracks across her back; she howls, and the noise melts into a long, shaking moan. Sweat slides under the rope that holds the steel hook buried in her ass. Each blow pushes her onto that cold curve and makes her cunt clench harder around the piston. One climax slams into the next before the last has finished rolling through her, her breath breaking into quick, desperate gasps. Blonde hair sticks to her face; she bites her lip and takes it, body strung tight between the machine's relentless drive and her Master's steady hand.