Struggling in Bondage: Fucking Machine Part 2

Fox knows what she wants and right now that's the biggest cock she can take. Arms lashed together over her head, legs yanked up and spread wide, ankles hitched to the ceiling. She’s on her back, helpless, when the machine starts feeding her a thick, shiny dildo. Slow, relentless thrusts sink deep into her soaked cunt and drag back out again. She tips her head, eyes shut, breath stuttering while the strokes pick up. The motor hums, the shaft slaps wet against her, and soft, involuntary moans slip out of her. Every inch looks bigger as the machine works her open, pushing harder, driving faster. Her pussy flutters, visibly dripping, slick running down the rod every time it pulls free. The pace shifts—fast, brutal, then a dragging grind—then fast again. Her moans climb. Her hips jerk against the ropes, taking every slam. When the first orgasm tears through her she wails, cunt pulsing around the relentless toy. Another rolls in right behind it, and another; she keeps coming, voice raw, body twitching. The machine never stops. It jackhammers faster until creamy squirt spurts out with each thrust, splattering down her ass and onto the sheets. Fox lies there spent, still spread and still stuffed, the wet sound of the dildo fucking her own mess back into her filling the room. First time or not, she looks wrecked in the best way.