Home for the Holidays - Stuffing more than the Turkey

Lilly's nineteen. College girl flying home. One missed flight strands her in a roach motel with only the janitor's closet for a room. She expects nothing good. Then the closet door opens and she finds more than brooms behind it. She drops her bag. The bed is a stained mattress, springs showing through. She climbs on anyway, panties already damp when the Sybian slides beneath her. The first low hum hits her clit through thin white cotton. Her fingers claw at the sheets. The machine kicks higher and her hips jerk. She grinds down, chasing the next wave. Every pulse drags another moan from her throat until the orgasm slams through her, thighs shaking. She doesn't stop. She turns the dial all the way up and lets the thick attachment hammer her pussy open. Hours blur. Sweat sticks her hair to her face. Near dawn she stacks both machines. One still fucking her cunt, the second pressing against her ass. Her body can't hold it. She squirts hard, hot and sudden, soaking the filthy floor while the motors keep grinding. Happy Thanksgiving.