Full Blast: Phoenix

Phoenix comes back hungry. She climbs on the Fuck-Cycle first, legs spread wide in ripped fishnets. The Intruder sits ready, thick head already slick. She lowers onto it slow, then slams her weight down until the whole rig shudders. The photographer grips the base with both hands, fighting the thrust, camera forgotten. Phoenix doesn’t care. She rides like she wants the thing to split her open, hips snapping, breath gone, nothing but the wet slap of the dildo driving up her ass again and again. Every stroke knocks the machine off-balance. The guy behind the lens can barely keep it steady. She takes it harder than the motor was built for. The kind of girl these rigs are made for. Anyone who tries to keep up with her hands later is in for a rough night.