Open Wide

Addie lies spread across cold steel, wrists and ankles locked down. Her cunt gapes, held open by metal jaws, nipples crushed between the teeth of forceps that sway with every breath she takes. A thick leather belt circles her waist and pins her flat. The Little Guy hums against her swollen clit, steady, merciless, until her thighs start to shake and her breathing goes ragged. Just when she’s about to tip, the vibe is shoved up her cunt and the machine kicks in, driving it deep on a brutal, piston rhythm. Her belly jumps with every stroke. She can’t close around it, can’t get away, can’t stop the next rise already building. The day’s only started.