Nothing shy about Riley Shy

Riley Shy steps in, red hair falling over her shoulders, eyes dark blue and hungry. She leans forward, takes the first machine on high, her thighs spread wide, every thrust rocking her harder than she expects. She breathes through it, then asks for more power on the second rig. Sweat beads on her chest as the pace climbs. When the fucksall starts pounding she nearly folds, hips jerking, breath short, but she holds on, taking every slam. Near the end we keep her on the edge. Every time she’s close we yank her off The Black Magic, throw her onto the Sybian, then yank her back again. Her body shakes with every switch. She pleads, but we give her nothing but the ache. Orgasm denial keeps her raw and begging through the last stretch of the set.